The Tree of Make-Believe

I drove to your house today
To see the Tree of Make-Believe.
I think it still grows in there
Though I never saw a single leaf.
It feels more like a metaphor;
A large seed that took root
In a garden I once tended
And I’m searching for its fruits.

Was the tree this veiled secret
Floating under your raised brow?
If you closed your eyes could I still trace
The outline of branches and a bough?
It feels like a giant grows
Blocking out my view
And the Make-Believe Tree propagates
Casting shadows upon you.

I opened your gate today
Dowsing for the first few roots.
I dug a hole in your lawn
Buried a box of my own sweet fruits.
If you feel like you’re inclined to
Fell that Tree of Make-Believe.
Beneath it you will find
A tin of Love and Truth and Peace.

By Hazy Dizzylady