When you look at a tree
You might not see serendipity
But think for a minute about
Living life in doubt
Never reaching above
Not finding anything you love
Back to the trees
that go on and on
without any regard
To the challenges it faces
Weathering all seasons
The changes it takes in stride
Knowing the cycle it must endure
Simply to survive
It reacts to the sun and wind
Giving us much needed air
It can produce food to no end
Its fruits it must bear
By design
It branches out
In many different directions
No doubt
Knowing a liner path
Is not the way
To go about survival
After hibernation
Planning it’s revival
On and on the cycle goes
More and more branches
Look at every which way they go
Up and out, reaching high
Up to the sky
The only clues are when
It meets its demise
You can view it’s struggle
Looking on the inside
But until that moment
All I can see
Is the simple bliss
Of serendipity
