A blooming tree once full of life,
Its mothered all around.
Its branch extended through leaves of green.
Its root deep in the ground.
So soon, its leaves fell off the branch;
Now looming life looked bare.
What once was warmth, appeared now cold.
There’s a feeling you’ve been there.
With children, dreams, or schedules full.
They one by one fall off.
Just as the tree, in nature’s glee,
Sees loss that brings life forth.
Contingent on the perspective,
The reference you do hold.
An empty nest is filled sublime,
When it finds it leaves in the fold.
When the golden sky outlines the tree;
Its skeleton branches form,
A gazing to the heights, where is found the tree of life.
This emptiness can make you transformed.