I wrote this poem many years ago, and I remember thinking that we had so much in common with trees, but they were still and ancient, while we are a quick moment of experience. And still, there’s something holy that we share, and I think that our movement is something the Universe gave us on purpose. This poem honors that. 

5x7 inches. 
Original handwritten poem,
India ink on archival paper. 
Artist signature on the back.
Ships unframed, and prefers to be framed with a mat. :)