​Some trees stand tall

Some trees stand tall
Beside the busy roads,
They know your reality,
All your philosophy.
You are a slave of language,
But they are free of bondage.
They are free to move,
They are free to groove,
Through your nerves,
Up to your inner cores.
For you, they seem static,
Yet they know the cosmic fabric.
They are free from you,
They do not wish to bind you,
But your life is not free,
For they hold your key.
Their reality is cosmic,
You made reality comic.