The Tulip Tree

I have shared so much with you in silence for over a year now yet still you do not know me You never will most likely I am not the type of person to whom you would give the time of day or waste a single moment considering for there are more important matters of the utmost urgency awaiting your attention people of more renown to meet than a simple woman wielding a poet’s pen while pondering an old tulip tree as she observes in wonder its pods pop open revealing beautiful petals nature's brush painted with splashes of orange bordered by spring green aware it’s her last opportunity as it will be cut down tomorrow morning to make way for something new though not necessarily better as we all will be eventually