O! sun-flame hues of autumn trees

joyfully letting go of your

golden

rustic

amber

leaves

I am filled with wonder

at your willingness

shedding gold crisps

enriching mother Earth

without any sign of emptiness

I wonder if the Goddess of abundance

has manifested her presence

with such an act of benevolence 

Due to erratic weather patterns

leaves are dropping

before they have a chance to change their colors

O! I cannot stand to see your falling green leaves

hence I gently pat you for my own sake

friends think I have fallen mad,

but I am worried if you are falling sad

deep inside I know you are just fine

it is just the state of this mind

Every time I pat a tree

I feel a burst of energy

in my hands in my entire body

one day while patting a

gnarled

knotted

tree trunk

my dry cracked hands

wished for drops of oil

O! the tree produced a mysterious nectar

I almost flaked out with fear and wonder

the trees never stop giving

“it perfumes the blade that cuts it”

so sang the elders in my village

I gazed in awe at the magnanimous tree

Yowza!

I kept singing

I kept singing