Where to, the birds
And where now, the squirrels?
Where, too, the dogs and feral cats
To prowl around the trees now.
No leaves--Where have they gone?--
To interfere with the embrace of sun and limb--
But where is the sun?
The tree lives in silence and soft light
And stillness,
Free of expectations.
Stand still, too. Stand still in the peace.
Like the tree, you are free
And you stay.

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