"Tree of Life "
A tree on a moonless night
has no sap or colour.
It has no flower and no fruit.
It waits for the sun to find them.
I cannot find you
in this dark hour
dear child.
Wait
for dawn to make us clear to one another.
Let the sun
inch above the roof-tops.
Let love
be the light that shows again
the blossoms to the root.
By Eavan Boland, from The Lost Land.
