Prompt: Your favorite sacred tree
Anthovisionous Realus
It can grow wherever I am
It’s a real imaginary tree;
whenever I want, it’s here with me.
It is the one to which I climb
to cheat on the ground with the sky.
When I stand up for myself,
it sprightly extends.
When I put my needs at discount,
it wrinkles its branches to the ground.
Calm in Autumn,
accepting the fall.
Peaceful in Spring
respecting the cycle.
Wisely living for the now,
anxious for nothing, somehow.
It offers shelter, hosting nests,
having also previously nurtured itself.
Νo water well quenches anyone’s thirst
unless it is filled first.
When I’m on the top of it
freedom it is that I breathe in.
I’m perfectly balanced,
I look at the Sun,
I put on my wings,
I give birth to bliss.
Τhe wax does not allow me
to fly very high;
it may be melted easily,
dividing the wings from me.
But dying like Icarus
would be an event momentous.
Falling in the name of freedom
leads to honoring kingdoms.
Apart from that,
when I fly and come back,
the tree doesn’t ask how I feel;
’cause it sees my wounds that are healed.
I kiss it goodbye then,
this world I re-enter,
harmoniously commingling
envisioning with earthly living.
I have no doubt then that the tree was real;
I hold in my hands one of its leaves.
