Tree

random thoughts of what one might think of life through the eyes of a tree

Today you see me as a great white oak in my prime you see endless potential in me all the ways you could use me to better your life. Yesterday a sapling that was of no use to small, weak and undesired.  Tomorrow a brittle reminiscence of what once was or could have been.

Go on pass me by I do not mind in my prime I had charm and shined. The youth of many before you came and seeked my many comforts. Secrets I keep til this day and that will never change. The picnics in the shade,  midnight rendezvous under the moonlight and all the events in between. 

You look at me and all you see is some old worn out tree. I have served a purpose to many before you one you do not see. A tree has life beyond it leaves and out of your reach something you can't fathom or care to see.

Author's Note

I have never written a poem or anything of this nature. I was looking at trees outside of my window thinking of what it would be life if I was the tree.