Tree Life

Tree Life

Alone

In the Wood,

Birds enamored In song.

Bark, rough to the touch,

Leaves stumble and fall.

I sit and I sway, I sit and I sway;

No wind, no storm, will take me away.

My roots so deep to hold myself down,

Hugging the air, my limbs in the clouds.

With so much to give, but not

much to say. For now

I sit, I sit

And I

Sway

Ty