a hidden life

O tree,
what hidden life
that birds and worms
and bugs enjoy

A world its own

How observed, O tree
that bustle of bikes
and cars go by
you stand still, yet alive

Who knows, O tree
from whenst life came
the rushing throng of people
the steady flow of creek

You stand, O tree
a testament to Creator
known and knowing
living and dying

A steady full life

And me, O tree
must I a hidden life,
a still and steady life,
known and knowing?

What life, O tree
do you know of for me