Living Tree Poetry

When you can say
I do not know why,
this joy?

Your happiness will take wings,
and climb and climb,
not dependent on restraint.

To where the dancing clouds
catch the first beams of light.

Joy has as little need to comprehend a why,
as we do to know
the reasons for being.

The naysayers,
who sit on the ground
sifting their wrongs and rights,

hardly know
that there is this,
here, right now.

This rising light.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2019