We Are Trees

An Oracle Poem

You are a tree—
roots woven deep
in sacred darkness,
drawing ancient whispers
from the soil of ancestors,
a tapestry of journeys
that pulses softly
beneath your skin.

Each breath sprouts
new branches,
curious limbs seeking light,
twisting tenderly toward truth—
exploring, reaching,
sometimes bending back
with grace,
strengthened by seasons,
guided by storms.

Every leaf
an opening of awareness,
catching flecks
of sunlight,
turning shadow
into sustenance,
weaving air
into the poetry
of your existence.

Deeper your roots delve,
mycelial threads
connecting unseen worlds—
the wisdom of earth
woven through you,
nourishing purpose,
grounding dreams
in fertile humility.

Until one day,
in radiant stillness,
you bloom—
bearing fruit
rich with sweetness,
filled with the nectar
of lived truths,
each bite a revelation
offered freely,
generosity distilled
from patient love
and sacred knowing.

And when you remember—
fully, finally, beautifully—
that you are the Tree,
you become the garden itself:
Eden restored within you,
paradise returned
to every heart
your branches touch.

In this awakening,
your fruit becomes seeds—
scattered lovingly
into hungry soil,
until all the world remembers
its original beauty,
rooted deeply
in the single, sacred truth:

We are trees,
growing toward each other,
bearing the fruit
of kindness,
sharing sweetness
until earth herself
awakens
in joy.