Talking to a Tree

The man was weary.

The world was not as he imagined it could be as a child.

So he went to a forest.

He was surprised, as he walked gently along, that his burdens slowly began to lift.

He saw green.

He put his hands in the dirt.

He listened to the birds.

He saw a tree.

Its form was magnificent.

It did not fit a mathematical pattern he was aware of.

It was asymmetrical.

The man smiled.