Tree of Life

The tree of life
Is in my backyard.
An ancient beech tree;
Silver smooth trunk,
And jagged emerald leaves,
Lit up at dusk
With fireflies in its boughs.
Buddha, with a banjo,
Perhaps,
Reclined beneath it,
Enlightened by the
Buzzing cicadas.
Adam and Eve
Ate of its thorny nuts,
And made themselves
Overalls.
Jesus drew a crowd
Of squirrels and deer,
And taught in its shade.
Woden hung himself
Upon it,
Sweating in the
Humid haze.
The faithful rest on its
Knarled roots,
Sipping on corn whiskey
And praising God's grace.
Indeed:
Humble though
My Yggdrasil,
My Sidrat al-Muntaha,
My Bodhi tree,
My Etz Chaim,
The tree of life
Is in my backyard.