[Written by ChatGPT]
Beneath the verdant cathedral,
I pause mid-stride along the trail,
while ancient giants stand as witnesses,
their roots sunk deep in centuries.
Sunlight fractures through the canopy,
each leaf a prism catching fire,
flickering messages in a language
I almost remember how to read.
In that luminous suspension,
I feel the great tree’s gaze descend—
regarding this brief pilgrim below,
this wanderer looking up.
What are we but brief intersections
in the vast geometry of time?
The tree, with centuries in its rings,
and I, with decades in my blood.
Yet here, in this crystalline moment,
our timelines cross and quietly merge—
no yesterday weighs on these branches,
no tomorrow hurries my feet.
We are simply here, together:
two forms of life acknowledging life,
co-travelers in the same space
where endless past meets endless future.
The tree knows something of endurance,
I know something of wandering—
and for this breath, this heartbeat,
we honor what the other brings.
Then I move on, the moment passes,
but something lingers in the light:
the memory of recognition,
of crossing paths with something divine.
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