The tree has trembled, oh so slightly; sends|
a quiver through the air. A moment's caught
among the branches -- twirling in a wisp
of light. Then softly, slowly, it descends
beneath a tiny parachute of thought.
I catch it on my finger; feel it spin
a mind connection....suddenly, I know!
In every heart a purity exists --
a flame that burns its essence deep within;
a strength to take us where we want to go.