O' Tree of Life

O tree of life, how you grow so near yet so far.
I long to feel of you
To take hold and never let go.
O how your many fluid colours
Show of all your wonders
A growth oh so small
To sprout with such fury
As you have now.
Can you imagine us
Weighting your limbs
As we do time?
But just as your leaves
Fall to the ground
So our lives too fall
From the weight we put upon time.

- Blanche McLanahan