TCC Tree

The tree outside my window

is doing T’ai Chi Chih.

Gliding, sliding, arriving.

Moving slowly front and back.

Beauty in motion.

Then side to side.

Straightened spine aligned.

Left to right,

branches reaching, relaxing.

Carrying the sounds of the spring birds’ choir.

Carrying the sweet song of wind and rain

and sunlight.

May I be as wise as that tree in this

April morning dawn.