Thursday 6 December 2012

Tree Story

If we were meant to be a tree
with roots we would be born.
We’d stand unmoving every night
and still be there at dawn.

We’d wear an ever changing face
as seasons come and go.
The Spring would wake us into life
after the Winter’s snow.

The Summer breeze would play around
and shake our leafy bowers;
Autumn passing through drops in
dripping with April showers…

Birds would nest, and take their rest
Inside our branches high
Some of us are rather small
While others touch the sky

The only ones to shake us from
That place in which we stand
To make a better life for him
The ever transient man

He cruelly rips us from our homes
To build his little towers
But what goes round will come again
We will reclaim what’s ours.

1 comment:

  1. The thought of spending part of my life as a floor joist doesn't really appeal and then there's the fire that will take me back to the ashes from which my life began...

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