a tree is much more
than a little seed pushed in the earth.
it is a towering ballerina,
stretching it's branches out like arms,
to graze the passers by.
it is a singer,
wailing out sweet melodies,
as the wind rushes around.
it is a laborer,
handing out fruit,
and asking for nothing in return.
a tree graciously gives you its bark
to cut up and scar,
just so you can have that memory,
even if you never come back to visit.
12.6.12