I stood under the tree of wisdom and knowledge.
Its branches wrap around my head.
The leaves are humming a tale of birth and death.
Looking upwards I saw the time of beginning and the end,
but the space between them is empty.
The tree allowed me to write down its book.
I named every leaf by its own name,
every branch had its place in space-time.
And the tree?
The tree stood proud and, looking at its branches
it hid a small, lost bird among them.
From then on it became his home.