I walk to the tree of life and sit beneath her canopy. My thoughts ascend through her outstretched branches. I listen to her wisdom and praise her for her beauty. I thank her for her beneficence. I learn from her guidance. She offers blessings as dewdrop beads of light on the gossamer string of love.

O precious cycle of time, I witness your changing attire, your wardrobe of expression. Traversing celestial realms, this budding universe appears before me in all its grandeur.