On Being a Tree
“On Being a Tree.”
If you want to be a tree
In a listening wood,
There is something you should know
If you only could.
You must always stand your ground,
And state what you believe.
For staying put with what you think
Is perfect for a tree.
And bending to the wind is fine,
But you can never break.
Breaking due to hardship
Is a choice a tree won’t make.
Every spring, you’ll look gorgeous,
But every winter, you die.
And all you are is a twig
Set against the sky.
But that twig has life, you have life.
Somewhere deep inside
And so, your beauty is something
That always goes to hide.
However, when you’re old and wise
The Humans come along,
And cut you from the listening wood
With a happy song.
In a listening wood, you must listen
To every sound it makes.
And, while the Humans may destroy,
The listening wood creates.
Copyright © Bo Medina | Year Posted 2022
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