TREES

bitter sweet poem about people and trees

Trees

Trees

Are for climbing

For going out on a limb

For straining to reach

For falling

For lightning strikes

And apples dropping

Close enough

So you know

Where they are from

For pretty flowers

And Spring promises

For Summer shade

And Autumn colors

For planting

When you are young

Watching them grow

Till you are old

Living on

After you are gone

In memoriam.

 

2014 February

David P Eckert