Tree Thoughts

all that is left are these blocks of me hundreds of years thousands of birds roads grew as friends got few winter storms and then I was alone in a field near a bench in a park with tangled colored string and a few kites colors in light now all that is left are these blocks of me I thought the Druids were back the first time I was hugged and given a red ribbon measured I was for the saw-man I felt my sap run heard over and over a loud mill-hum was cut into two then many all that is left are these blocks of me people sanded people painted me put an A here and a B over there then a C all that is left are these blocks of me heard children play like back in the day when I stood tall in my park heard laughter I live I'm a toy joy I'm a toy Is this tree heaven? ^I^