There is a tree of mid-size with long heavy branches
that grows by a country path.
The younger part of myself
collects stones, mostly quartz
and leaves them at the base of this tree, as offerings.
I ask the tree to watch over me
and I ask it for luck.
I like to walk this path in the evenings,
just as the sun is setting behind the hills
it is then the cold western wind blows, rushing across the wet ground.
I stand by my tree
and experience the loneliness that helps me remember happier times.
I will take you to my tree one day
and maybe you will understand;
maybe you can leave a stone and make a wish.
There are spirits in nature,
be kind to all things,
be kind to yourself.