I am
but a tree
digging in
spreading out
reaching up
unfurling
yearning for more
more sun, please
my budding, blooming spring,
my robust summer leaves
are changing
the autumn of my life
beyond approaching,
it’s just here now,
drying
scattering
dropping
falling
blanketing
time
passing
and these seasons
just make me bolder
just make me stronger
I’m savoring the sweet moments now
feeling them longer
You,
you know how I feel
you do,
You know
shedding, heading,
barreling toward winter,
the winter of this life,
is what is feared the most,
it meets us halfway,
but now,
for today,
I’m brilliant,
blazing,
a flood of colors vivid
dazzling,
amazing,
just gaze at me now,
for I am at my peak,
galvanized, seeping
And to understand my glory
the sacred, precious
wonderment
that is a tree, that is me
I come from a story,
I am but a story,
And my trunk still bends
it sways with the breeze,
scarred, but sturdy bones,
and a beautiful base,
bringing masses their knees,
It’s just me
digging in,
succulent,
strong.
I am
but a tree
rooted in truth,
gripping the earth,
as tall as my worth,
reaching for heaven, the sky,
arms wide,
I am
but a sturdy, old gal
in my prime, you see,
peaking now,
but yielding to time,
for it is indeed passing,
just letting it be
my older bones creaking now
but beautifully,
gracefully,
phenomenally
spanning,
enduring,
I am just one,
just a little one born,
like so many,
planted here,
born again,
and again.
I am,
Oh, I am,
but a tree.
I am,
Oh, I am,
but a tree.
*So just keep walking, sir, with that dripping ax of yours, for you are not welcome here.