Breathing Tree

Too chiffon to talk real— I'm lying— cause it will stump When saws and hands tear through; I planted its green life in my heart. Sounds far reeling in my ears That a rattling forest construes as neither chopping— or even music. My tree is stalwart and virtuous— Soon a martyr for humanity. I breathed out its vital puffs— Breaking shadows for my angst. Like me, limbs stain and shiver— I lean in to shake where she's Fixing me with her oxygen mask.