The Wishing Tree


Have a seat under the wishing tree
the seeds of life to sew.
The lines of love and laughter form
your dreams and spirit grow.

Take the time to watch the fruit
as it ripens in the sun
Take the time to pick it carefully
but only when it’s done.

When autumn winds begin to blow
and frost forms on the ground
Take your place once again
Release your limiting bounds

The leaves fall and renew the soil
the snow silently covers
The bare branches reaching up
Like the arms of a long lost lover.