�Tree People�

A Poem by Steven Pottle

People don’t consider a poorly mind
As it’s hidden on the inside where no one can see
But I bet if I had a broken arm then I’d get their sympathy
3 weeks in bed, flowers and chocolate ice-cream
The downfall of man
And it was man who invented ‘humanity’

Someone should take a minute out of their time
To touch the back of an animal
Make yourself small
Remind yourself of your place in this world

With every year I get a new scar inside
Just like the rings through a tree and all that they reveal
Pity no one will find this out
Until I am cut down and knocked to the ground.