Life!
It's beautiful.
We all stand like trees in nature.

Each one unique and of it's own color.
Some waning with the seasons in and out of golds and red,
others hanging onto that green all year round.
We've got the notches in our legs and arms and faces and torsos,
the years of experience we've grown up and out with.
We share this sadness around one another.
Some are very old and some are dead.
Some are thick and ornery and proud.
Some skinny, some sickly, some... so-so's.
But if all we see are trees, we're going to miss this.

Because rhyming is out of order,
just notes that belong on borders,
of pages I'll never send,
in books, made from paper, made from trees.. I'll never mend.

But life!
It's unusual.
These trees.
We grow and build and climb towards the sky.
And aren't we all working towards the same goal?
We get stronger, we root deeper, we stand up despite the elements,
and we live no matter what.
And we love... each other.
We share the same soil and the same birds and the same woods in the same place.
But some trees can't grow that high and see those sights.
Some don't like that song in the air that's swirling around.
We share the breeze, but we can still tune it out.
Some can't bear those broken branches and falling leaves and fading colors.
So we end up caught in the rain where we won't touch you,
or the fog where we can't see you,
or the winter where we can't hear you or feel you or want you...

But once the storm calms,
we're still right there next to one another.
Our leaves will remind us that we like to speak,
and we will.
We'll laugh and scream and play with fresh blooms,
and a higher reach,
and that sweet, sweet sway.

Because.. love.
It's got to be mutual.
We're all like trees, and I'd rather be in a forest with you,
than standing alone for display.
Trees don't stop growing.
Friends do not just go away.