The Village in the Tree #2 - Upon the Origin

Among the tales of antiquity

None rarer may be found

Than the fable (none are able

to dispute its authenticity)

Of the Village in the Tree

The tree from fabled seed had grown

Hybridized, of unique genome

Baobab and Sycamore

Joshua and Bristlecone

Oaken-hearted

Poplar-ised

Mystic and eternal

Yggdrasil itself

Could not be the equal

Of the tree that we envision

At the center of our fable

Whence came people to the tree?

How were they able

To construct a village

Nestle it in verdant green

Hang it in the place between

The rootstock far below

And the clouds that with the sun do glow

And hide the crown in misty glory

This falls not in the scope

Of my story

Nor can I explain

The reservoirs that catch the rain

The cunning plans that irrigate

Exotic crops - the tools of yore

Forged without an earthy ore

Yet able to facilitate

Works of carpenter and more

Those of civil engineer

Performed with muscle sweat and little more

Than that which happened to be near

Though hidden by the mists of time

These practicalities

Arranged in perfect order

(Like sixteen types of quark

And spools of super-string

Mystically supporting

The shape of everything)

Needs-must be as real

As the vision in our eye

The crystal-clear impression

Of the Village in the Sky