For a Tree
She was a friend,
In many more ways than a man could be:
Just last night,
She held me high up in her arms
And together we watched the sailing stars.
And this morning,
Teasingly, she waved at me in the wind
And I embraced her with the greed of a lover.
But when I returned,
In the hot hours of the day today
Only earth remained where she once stood;
She had to go I was told
To make room for a parking space.
Copyright © Abdulkareem Ayodeji Abeeb | Year Posted 2013
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