Dream Six

I am a tree, tall as any tower
in the desert, bursting with flower
when cut down.

Seven year's rotting pass,
feeding my roots; in them
I am a goat, grazing
through sun and rain.
What does it mean, if not
"I am sane"?

Statues of gold, when built on clay
will crumble and fall
but a name, once recorded
will remain forever a name.