Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Face to face with a tree

When I was a child
I stood face to face with a  tree
He was young and sprouting 
Brim-full with sap
The texture of his leaves
Felt mellow on my skin
I loved his brisk and noble sight
Today he would have outgrown
All of us, wasn't it for someone 
Who chopped him down at night
I sit on his chair and know
I should kneel on the ground