The Trees and Me

I walked among the trees today.

Warm winds melted icy walkways .

Thus I could go again to see

Entire families of trees.

I must look quickly now

To know each trees unique bow

As Xylem floods from root to tip

as each sun beam nips and glows

And begins the nest where buds will grow.

I look now while I can still see

The naked truth that is each tree.

For once the leaves begin to grow

It’s truth is hidden far below.

I return home in reverie.

It is time to acknowledge the mystery

that has been my life before I go

beyond this forest of humanity.

I look at my mirrored image

As naked as the trees.

I see the creases and lines

Define the life I’ll leave behind.

Despite some days of bleakest sorrow

I yearn for many more tomorrows.

I will not easily decline any day

that fate decrees will come my way.

Like trees I bend rather than break.

I welcome the flood of xylem and phloem.

I choose more buds ready to grow

and more leaves to unfurl

before I go,

I may look old but am still a young girl.

Where I shall go

I do not know.

It is another mystery

contemplated in pews on bended knee,

or on stools in pubs with glasses raised.

Or while I walk among the trees.