In the center of the most beautiful place in the world
there nods a tree
of unknown measure.

How tall; how far; how wide
its branches reach...

Staring upward, one is lost;
each thought becomes a leaf
that curls upon a thought
and rests at last,
unworried.

Its trunk caresses
every visitor;
smooth skin expanding,
curving, laughing;
wider than the longest arms,
inviting all its guests
to climb; to melt
against the softness
of its bark;
to breathe.

It is a patient tree.
Always waiting,
arms outstretched;
green leaves emitting
an atmosphere
that captures, lifts,
embraces...

None have left this tree
despondent.
Some dance.
Some murmur; smiling.

Many wonder;
opening their hands;
fascinated by
the surprising appearance
of rubies.

Everyone comes back.