The Tree of Knowledge” sculpture in bronze at the Oro Valley Public Library (Oro Valley, Arizona).Image credit: Oro Valley Public
We come through the portal of light
A glorious garden, the birthplace of life
Gently we are led by the dove’s wing
Into the forest where the birds sing
We stop at the base of a great tree
Its rings are exposed for all to see
We begin to count, through the centuries
We are stricken by the tree’s history
It seems this tree has no beginning
It is the true definition of infinity
The rings of the tree, perfect circles they are
One ring in the next, countless as the stars
The tree of history. The tree of our present
The tree of the future. An effervescent presence
The tree of knowledge. We gather at her roots
We listen as she speaks great wisdom and truth
A place to call home. The origin of birth.
Tis Eden. The home of oil and Myrrh
The place we were born and now have returned
The original circle, the root of all light
Souls are returning, Spirits in flight
Coming forth, one by one. Footprints of life, lead by the sun
Upon the great ark, we come as one
Another circle is leading us home
Another ring the tree has grown
Always “I Am” and always “to be”
The true definition of infinity
No beginning with no end
The secret of life is to transcend
Renee Robinson
