Tree- Jane Hirshfield


It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.

Even in this
one lifetime
you will have to choose.

That great calm being
this clutter of soaps and books-

Already that first branch-- tips brush
at the windows-

Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.



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