Dear Tree,
I know the difficulty
of breaking through concrete
to soar into the sky.
I know the frustration
of holding rage inside.
How nice it would feel to drop a branch on that
man carving sentiments into your bark.
I know you get sad,
and every year, you cry your leaves down, leaving
you naked and vulnerable.
What I can never know
the mystery of how you can bear to send out
new leaves.
Light green, whisper thin, shimmering in the wind.
Yours truly,
An admirer at your roots.
2 comments:
I love your photo. The leaves look like green lace.
Your letter is wonderful. I'm on a personal crusade for trees. My favorite saying now is, "You are amking the trees cry," whenever I see someone do something that adversally(sp) affests trees.
Lovely picture and such a beautiful poem! You're doing Nablopomo now as well are you?
You are so brave!
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