Enlightened Under a Frangipani Tree

Pondering a tree from where I lie
It has been here for a good while
A mature tree one might call it
If you trust the appearances

Hopeless to explain or understand
How each of those branches started
What impulse brought them forward
Twisted, stretched and thwarted

Thankfully I havent yet heard of
Tree Therapy, though thats not to say
Someone somewhere isnt doing it
Matching the weather patterns and shoots

A million branches, some old and some new
Some dead, home for bees,
Others luscious, others simply plain
Complex, so complex is a tree

And then this liberating thought strikes me
A human being surely is even more complex
than a tree On so many levels
This thought sets me free!

No amount of analysis
Can ever fully explain me!

Let the sun and the wind take care of growing me
And when all my breathing will be done
I will fall over
And caterpillars will make their coccoons
in my dry bones
and release colourful butterflies