The Tree of Wisdom

I thought I understood you once,

Believed you were more than you appeared,

But a realisation falls upon me,

And reveals the truth that I had feared.

I sit beneath your branches, breathless,

Waiting for a moment to arrive,

When out of your body comes understanding,

And a wonderful point to be derived. 

For inside you are a million pages,

Of knowledge yet to be explored,

I crave to be equal to your wisdom,

But instead I find my mind is flawed. 

But then to the ground fell the fruit to me,

That kept the words so secretly.