"How old do
you have to be
to be as happy
as a tree?"
I asked the silent giant
full of rooted strength
content to do nothing
but reach for the skies
Long branches yielding to
all kinds of wind
Sap flowing compassion
No sudden emotion
to anger any god
Always content
Always happy
Always free
The big ash
on the way to the barn
answers me
"It is not the age
that makes joy
It is the candle
in your soul
that opens happiness
you can hold"
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