The Tree

I slouched along the lane

on an aimless afternoon

The sky looked set for rain

I had little else to do

Then suddenly I stopped

when I noticed the tree

as though the penny dropped

and now I understood

I'd never seen that tree

yet it hadn't just appeared

I'd always failed to see

its quiet majestic form

With newly opened eyes

I gazed at in in wonder

and marvelled at its size

How could I have missed it?

It was hiding in plain sight

Standing proudly all alone

I had passed it day and night

Without the merest glance

At last I had awoken

from my lifelong slumber

To me, the tree had spoken

Finally, I'm alive