The Jade Tree

The leaves of the jade tree
Are fat and succulent
Skin shiny and smooth
Filled with juices that trickle out
If you press them too hard
Between your fingertips

The constitution of the jade tree
Is very hearty and strong
It drinks very little water
Surviving on mere drops
That come infrequently
From spare, quick storms

The arms of the jade tree
Curl inexorably
Toward the face of the sun
Making elegant arches
And seeking its warmth
Its light

The progress of the jade tree
Is measured and slow
It takes many months
For it to twist and bend
To adapt to changes
And give birth to
New growth

The soul of the jade tree
Is very quiet,
Speaking little,
Asking for almost nothing,
Only drops of water,
The light of the sun,
Gentle touches and
Fresh air and space,
So it may breathe
And live on