Cherry Tree

It was the very essence of a tree

And called my youth's embrace upon its boughs

To pluck its tart and luscious fruits with glee

A treasure of my childhood's memory.

Now boyhood days are spent, the family gone

And years have flown since last I saw it bloom.

Imprinted in my cells its joy lives on

And in my heart I've found a wider room

That gathers to a vision of harmony

The life-force at the living heart of things,

The rising sap that crowns the mystery

Of earth and all the glories heaven brings

To man who in his mystic self is free

And wakes to glimpse unveiled divinity.