The Patience of a Tree

The years pass

The leave fall

And a ring grows

But yet natures view is never changed for me

Because against a back drop of the stillness of nature

I stand, tall looming

I looming like the skyscrapers I see in front of me

That are in an ever changing environment

One un-adapted for me 

But they missed me so much as to create a replica

That being a skyscraper

The nest gen of the tree

They do not bear fruit

But yet grow offices

Not growing rings with age 

But groaning with cracks against it

This struggle of the nest gen could be avoided

But that environment is not adapted for me

I see them fall and crumble

But yet I still hear the rumble

Of rubble, like a phoenix, resurrected

Born again stronger, taller, better

I do admit they grow faster than I ever would

 Maybe it is patience that creates strength

Strength only the patience of a tree can provide

I have heard from the pollen about "green" places

Places where threes are planted

And the world around them is adapted for them

I love and fear these

For I have heard that you must stay small

For if you were big as me, you would not exist

For me it is easy to see that nothing compares to the patience of a tree

I have seen lovely couples

As they prancing through this hallowed forest

Like jesters in a court

And I have seen that fade

Only to return with another

I have seen buildings fall

And nest gens built

Only to be replaced

Because nothing is longer than the patience of a tree

For humans patience is as long as 10 seconds

For the tree it is 10 years

Years riddled with change

For it is the only constant

Written about by wistful poets

Wishing for the moment the leaves turn to last

The tree's patience stands

The birds and the bees nest with me

All of which leaves me in the winter

But yet a tree's patience stands

Winter is lonely so I gaze off to the distance

Seeing the nest gen, rising through the mountains mist

Gray and dull as always

Siting in a world of Chaos

And a world of Chaos never stands

It only kneels to destruction

An orderly world does stand

But only with help from a pillar

And that pillar is patience

And that patience is a tree's

You see if trees ran the world
I would be green
No one would worry
All would be calm
All would be quiet
All would be order
And all would be patience
All would be saved
Because if the world was run by trees
Everything would have the patience of a tree