The Tree of Life is knocking at our door.
Look at the leaves and twigs and branches,
Intermingling and connecting to give us more
Of what we’ve had before.
Does the growth and stagnation end for new chances
To begin with new sprouts of fresh green limbs?
Rest on solid ground and gaze upward
Into the maze of branches that allow us to soar!
by Deborah A. Bowman