A poem about trees

You don't always see me

but I see you

I am the sage above and beneath you.

You may enjoy my shade,

The purity I bring to the air,

I am a being of peace beyond compare.

I, too, communicate with all those around,

But our different dimension of time

Make it hard hearing the sound.

Some chose me for nesting,

To grow a nice family

Others for resting,

And soak in my energy.

This is how,

The enlightened one came about,

In my presence, he meditated

Saw through is moments of doubt.

So, now, can you see?

I am the ancient in the picture,

I am the bountiful Tree.