In soil that I have not chosen
in no one's shadow
all myself
I watch and hear the neighbours
I can't get any closer
My branches reach
ever stronger, ever further
Children climb in them
They laugh and kiss
themselves a future
In soil that I have not chosen
in no one's shadow
I become rough and wrinkled
In heat, snow and storm
branches break and die
They reach ever
thinner and shorter
Nests blow away
to new trees
For new loves
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
In soil that I have not chosen
in no one's shadow
all myself
I watch and hear the neighbours
I can't get any closer
My branches reach
ever stronger, ever further
Children climb in them
They laugh and kiss
themselves a future
In soil that I have not chosen
in no one's shadow
I become rough and wrinkled
In heat, snow and storm
branches break and die
They reach ever
thinner and shorter
Nests blow away
to new trees
For new loves
Collection "On living on"
