Kindness Tree

I planted a kindness tree
In the faded sunlight.
Before the automatic streetlights turned on.
Using nothing but my bare hands
To open the loam of the soft ground:
(No other way to plant a kindness tree)

I deposed the tiny seed gently in the earth,
Like a sleeping giant, waiting to burst forth.
I covered it with the soil of goodwill
Praying it would grow and bear fruit

Pondering the turned ground,
I realized it needed water
I looked around for the watering can,
I found none.

So I watered it with the tears of happiness
And the tears of charity-sorrow
Mourning for those that mourn:
No other way to nourish a kindness tree

Amazed at the bright buds of change
Blooming in bright color before my face
Keeping close to my heart, my kindness tree.

After months of thoughtful reflection
Moments morphing into the supple wood;
I watched my kindness tree grow.
And I harvested the pure white fruit
White as fresh-fallen snow.

Watching the sun of happiness rise
As a cool breeze of peace passes by
I sit now beneath the humble cover of
My own (self-grown) Kindness tree.