The tree

                                                                              Puddle, 1952, M. C. Escher

There is a silent forest beneath

my road, soft with water, hard with oil 

Peering to see the full moon

shining at the edge, halfway across the sea 

You waited for me to cross the sky,

with your lantern eyes and wrinkled hands 

Glancing back, your words carried me

when my legs were puddle frail in the storm 

your gnarled limbs and deep roots reach

for me, and lifts me high from brown soil

You are the tree that carries me, still

in my journey of many roads, many seasons

now as your leaves fall slowly like gentle rain,

i carry the seeds of your forest in my hands

                                                                          always   

          

Happy Father's Day !!!

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