Healing Tree

Weary from life’s relentless trials and tribulations,

I seek refuge beneath the cool shade of your canopy—

My body rests, my soul exhales in meditative silence.

Leaning against your sturdy form, my eyes gaze inward.

Earthly energy pulses through your interwoven roots,

Channelled through your body, it fills my being.

We, vessels of clay, kin of the earth’s elements,

Born of soil, our life is sustained by the same.

Earth, wind, fire and rain create the stage,

We dance to the rhythm life sets before us. 

You cleanse the air that fills my lungs, breath binds me to life.

Your tapestry of foliage casts cooling shadows of shade—

Soothing flames of passion and pain, grant momentary respite.

Your fruit. ripe and generous, nourishes my body—

As I tend the soil at your feet— your silent lifeline.

Roots immersed deep within soil; you stretch skyward,

Together we drink sweet water from the rivers of renewal.

The cycle of life spirals through endless seasons,

Twisting and turning in a perpetual sacred loop.

A part of this earthly stage, you are a link in nature’s chain,

You foster life in harmony with the birds and the bees.

A light descended from heaven, my soul ventures the land,

Cloaked in a vessel of earth-born cloth, I walk life’s path.

Through a gift of experience, intricate layers within unfurl.

I paint my story in radiant hues of the sky at sunset,

A canvas etched by the very hand of my soul.

Let us dance to life’s rhythm, share only what time allows.

We are both carefully crafted by divine intention,

A part of the whole with the land, sky and the deep blue sea. 

Wisdom lingers in each living morsel, revealed only in silence.

Resting in your embrace, I blend with the pulse of existence,

Momentary release from turbulence, the storm inside stills.

Love in my heart flows free like a leaf caressing the wind,

A silent tear escapes; emotions rise from depths unseen.

As dark yields to light; lessons bloom from shadow’s contrast.

A continuous spiral from dusk to dawn, from cold to warmth.

To mend broken pieces within, fragments of my tired soul,

I return to you this moment— to rest beneath my healing tree.

Poetry by Rainier – 20th July 2025