How much beauty there is
even in the bare tree
reaching out for answers before
it is covered in the colors of itself
a unique life lives patient and dormant
and watchful, the human search for food
from its parent the sun,
its sustenance the Earth.
Look at you so lonely, branching out
for something new, planted in the same ground
year after year. God didn’t make you
a restful being like the tree
waiting for companions
waiting for yourself
you, the color of every nation
finding common ground in humble conversation.