Ficus, Cherry, Oak

This is my ode to the tree... I went through this phase a few years ago where I was obsessed with trees. I wrote several poems about it and incorporsted them into my stories.

 

I wish I were a tree.

   Now,

            Truth be told,

   I’d rather be an elf –

            Or a maiden of the sea,

But as I gaze upon your silken leaves I cannot help but think to myself –

Oh,

To be a tree.

 

I would stand, one leg on the ground,

    Just stand,

            And watch,

                As the world spun me around.

I would raise my arms,

    Pray into the sky,

            And stretch,

                And stand,

                        And watch the world go by.

 

Imagine:

            All your deeds stamped in your hide,

            Each of my loves would leave their mark.

Someday,

            Some child will come and climb

            And read the things you left there.

To trees,

            Secrets are naked

            In their bark.

 

If you were a tree,

     I would lay beneath you

            And look up your skirt –

                 I would read the words others left there.

            I will not carve my name into you;

     Just sit and look and rest,

Imagining the places you have been.