THE COTTONWOOD
The mighty cottonwood
That stands outside
Has more to say
In its silent offering
Than many who think they know
What presence is
It stands majestic
Whether fully clothed
In its coat of leaves
Or naked as Fall arrives
To strip it naked
Whether rain or shine
Water or drought
It accepts without condition
Until its day is done
And although we have more self determination
And can make more decisions than the humble cottonwood
We would do well to get lost less in our rustling and busy leaf dance
And remember we have the capacity
To be rooted in our own majestic presence
There is not so much difference between us and nature
In fact there is none.