Under the shadow of my favourite tree the rest of the world slipped away.
No need to worry about lunch time small talk.
No worrying about a lack of lunch and mum and Dad miles away by my brother’s hospital bed.
Sometimes a close friend dropped by to share the time with me and the tree,
but often just time to meditate and learn to find that strength within.
Under the shadow of a tree only the words of the green light and the bark’s insight.
Changing colour of leaves, texture of the earth beneath.
Still I play back conversations with the green enfolding me in comfort of a friendly tree.
(c) June Perkins