Rooted In the Earth
I'm glad to be a tree, but never a maple would I be
for in the months of Fall, my russet leaves would plea
for help when northerly winds blow them all away
I couldn't save them as they sway, clinging to me
I am tall but not as sturdy or majesctic as an oak
Providing shade is fine, but not for those who smoke
I'd be at the mercy of lovers, carving deep in my trunk
No, I'd not be an oak that people gouge, cut and poke
I would consider being a loblolly pine; an evergreen
where birds can nest and perch to groom and preen
Needles never shedding; my branches never laid bare
Blanketed with snow, in a setting tranquil and serene
Maybe I would be happy as a magnolia near a fence
Uprooted as a sapling, once living in a forest, dense
where my sweet blossoms attracted many honey bees
before becoming pods, red with seeds that I dispense
I like my life here beside a stream, content to be a willow
with lush green grass beneath me, used as a soft pillow
my leaves rain like tears, but new ones return in Spring
In sadness I will dwell until then. I am a weeping willow
January 28, 2021
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