Observations made from the luminous
light within my observatory. Trees in
particular. Light years away but planted
near the fields by which I stay. Oh’
shining star. I’ve followed you wherever
you are. Yours became more than a tree
risen to glory. More than an occidental
rise to fame. The bearing of your fruit
equated to the forbidden apple. Thrown
around for recreation. Praised by the
Native American. Overlooked for the
value of it’s salvation. I followed the
bearing tales of that tree. Discoveries
become more time consuming with time.
Hidden in plain sight, that mighty
bearer of light. I’ve trained for hours
on in to keep up with the signs. Back
and forth, from field to field. My lamp
filleth with oil. I peeked through
darkness like this eye of a needle. The
seeds of your courtyard are always
royal. I’ve taken notes and memorized
one of your quotes,”When parting the Red
Sea, don’t forget about me.” I observed
a polymath not too far from the water.
The subject was an Osage Tree.