I miss you Tree,
canopy of luscious leaves
fingers tickling the clouds.
Kin concealing
manmade structures on the horizon.
Countless creature homes
lay in piles like bodies.
Heaps of kindling
bequeath openness
that chokes me
with grief for a tree.
I miss you Tree,
canopy of luscious leaves
fingers tickling the clouds.
Kin concealing
manmade structures on the horizon.
Countless creature homes
lay in piles like bodies.
Heaps of kindling
bequeath openness
that chokes me
with grief for a tree.