A great tree has fallen this morning
That is not a metaphor
The willow tree
Sentry to the Space
Her curtained branches bending down to sooth and comfort
Travellers resting there.
Rooted strength with softness and grace
Inspires and awakens
Seekers resting there.
In my mind I would travel back to her shade
To reconnect to her earth wisdom
Now she has fallen across the path
Her great body resting on the ground
Feathered branches all askew
The children crawl into the leafy green caves she now creates
We peer into her trunk ripped open to reveal an ancient story
Of nourishment and protection, new life and death
Her roots still run deep into the earth
Life reconfigured
She teaches one last lesson
The end
The beginning
All are one