when I passed the tree I nearly missed

the installation an artist of subtlety placed

for the observant to ponder

wandering through settings of abundance

it’s easy to miss details

things of silent existence

not shouting for attention

only being

their invitation open for acceptance or

passed without recognition

(nothing is lost if unseen)

As I leaned under the leafy canopy

I thought I heard a song

maybe the artist’s voice or maybe the tree’s

we are all part of this now I can see

trees artful heartists

our roots holding the key🪶