Spruce
Dryads playing their rhythmic flutes
next to the towering giant reaching
the heavens: the tallest spruce,
the highest I had seen,
towering spruce stood silently
paying attention to cars
speeding by it on the highway
to people unaware of the spruce’s might
oblivious of its words, attention, silence,
contemplative mind
unaware of its mighty ambition to reach
the ineffable while passing man
cared for his appearance on this earth
oblivious of his purpose opposite
the trees are clearly defined in their bark
incised in its rings, in its time,
eons, moments, indisputable witness
of time’s passing unlike speeding cars
with people unaware of the purpose
people care about their appearance
in life day or night, they are asleep
purpose in absence, ego in overdrive.
Manolis Aligizakis 