Interview With a Dying Tree-

INTERVIEW WITH A DYING TREE- I stand erect I embrace we You cover me I am under you us Grounded together we two I am of you, we both stand in the wind Both sprightliness, yet of skins I die daily, my skin sheds We gather this meeting we hug a conference created beings In examination whose evaluation our dialogue audience Exchange canvass the 3rd degree who said you’re a dying tree I shed skin you shed buds and leaves daily I speak life, live tree I speak life into me You’re created-higher than the grounds You’re created to cleanse the air So that I may breathe the breath of God You’re confer with You’re pollinated You’re survey you sound out ascertain the opinion of doubt You shall not be disease nor die out I speak life I decree I speak life, no you shall not be hewed, nor are you diseased I speak life, you’re not said a dying tree 6/24/23 For “The Interview” Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco