A Tree
Behold! A help I am!
Held here in a secure globe,
With help from me an adult you are to be
I breathe you and you breathe me.
I hear happiness and sadness
I know everyone, the hikers and the happy picnickers,
I stretch over to shelter them,
No one says thank you
But I hear laughter,
And that’s enough for me.
I see people viciously taking my friends like packs of dogs.
Roars from chainsaws and then they fall
I know that they will take me some day.
We shout at the wind to take the humans away.
I feel very wet but very dry,
I know I’m not dry but my breath is wet.
We huddle together to catch the heat.
I feel warm-hearted towards the rodents inside me.
I know others need my oxygen
but I am old and frail
So now I’m going to die
I rest and sleep
But I might come back
As my dear child