The Trees Only Grow So High

The trees only grow so high,

Then they die.

And it does not matter the wealth of their keeper,

And it would not matter anyway.

For all they would find is more of the sun,

Their roots the rocks,

Their leaves the ground.

They were just a seed planted here from the beginning.

The last stage in life should be the most rewarding,

But it ends up being the most lonely.

As the seedlings strive for the answers you have not been able to find.

A tree does not have the heart to tell them,

That we all live off the bones of the ones who came before.

No one has, or ever will, hear an answer from their knock on the great blue door.

There is no answer, so don’t go looking for that.

You can, however, explore why you knocked in the first place,

And find your place in the land of the waiting.

Striving unending in the presence of good company,

And watch as the fools go rushing by.

The beginning is the same as the ending,

The trees only grow so high.