Somedays
A cold existence as a tree

Calls out to me
This warming flesh
So full of fault and failure anew
So weak in ages duress
And yet
The trees they see with neutrality and
Fall freely each year in the form of leave
They live, they die, they oversee
And grow taller than I could ever hope to be
One ring can not compare
To the many found therein with these

Somedays
I envy the trees