Built to hold
The wait of
Forty-nine years
Knowing nothing
Dressed in snow
The tree sits upright
In the middle of the
Front yard growing
Branches filled with
Birds hiding from birds
The twin moved across
The country and traveled
Around the world
Pressing others for
Answers to his questions
What type of branches
Will be most beneficial
To the greatest number
Of birds with the least
Amount of effort waste
Upright just builds a branch
Shaped by the sun and rain
And the lack of rain and sun
Not bound to any set outcome
In his fiftieth living year
Snow Mountain Zen 