What story, these trees?
What tales to tell…
Bent from the wind, or a child’s pull?
Scarred from machinery, or natural force?
Witness to campouts and bonfires and fishing trophies;
children’s play and adult conversation, loud music and sounds of sleep;
home to sparrows, perch of eagles, scout place for hawks;
lodging for a multitude of insects,
shade relief in the heat of the summer,
constant reminder of seasons.
Do you ponder life sans trees?