Even the Tree Prays

I planted a seed,

but it did not ask me why.

As it grew I watered it,

but it did not ask me why.

When it grew leaves I pruned it,

But it did not ask me why.

When it grew so very tall,

It did not ask me why.

When I sat and leaned upon it,

It did not ask me why.

And when it then began to die,

It did not ask me why.

But I am Human,

And I ask why.

Oh if only I could be,

Like that very tree.

For it knows nothing,

Of what I ask,

And boasts not of,

That which I bask.

Yet reaches its branches

Up to the Heavens.

And leaves me at its base,

Asking why.

by

Jon Shuck

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