Only
\nwhen the leaves have fallen
\ncan I see where the tree grows,
\nthe length of an arm,
\na hand reaching
\nfor the source of its power.
\nNow
\nI can see what was hidden,
\nhow the leaves are shed
\ntaking their summer shadows
\nwith them to the earth.<\/p>\n
Now
\nI can see the dialogue
\nbetween earth and sun,
\nbirth and growth.
\nHow life creates its house
\nof life.
\nWhere we take form,
\nand are measured
\nby its walls,
\nto see extending before us
\nwhere our children are,
\na sublime conclusion,
\nwhere the tree grows.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Only when the leaves have fallen can I see where the tree grows, the length of an arm, a hand reaching for the source of…<\/p>\n