What path
What path the eyes follow just to see,
when I\'m looking at a lonely tree.
From the roots denting the ground,
to the last leaf to be found.
Past the trunk and its unfocused view,
to find where from the birds flew.
Trace its shadow to give it a form,
look for damage caused by the last storm.
What path the eyes follow because of a tree,
the one that brings my imagination with me.
Brings stories of the past and future places,
every branch and leaf edge my mind traces.
Sitting, looking at a lonely tree,
enjoying all the images brought to see.