Apple Tree
Apple tree,
You share your gift of love so freely.
Your blossom is beauty made manifest.
I want to capture it,
To bottle it and have it with me always.
But I know it cannot be so,
For beauty is free and will always be.
It cannot be tamed, or caged, or held on to.
Beauty is what is left when fear drops away.
Beauty is your home,
And it is who you really are.
All living things grow from rich compost, and so often it is the things that we let go of and the experiences of suffering we have had along the way that enable our beauty to really flourish.