I AM A TREE
I am a tree, my leaves are turning a rainbow
of colors it is fall. The sun is shining on me,
the shy is blue. The wind is blowing my leaves
all over the country side. The little stream that
flows behind me, is over flowing with the rains
from summer, that fell not to long ago.
Soon my leaves will be all gone from my branches,
some will travel for miles, some will fall to my roots.
They will all turn brown losing their beautiful colors.
Winter soon will come, the air is getting colder, the
smell of snow is in the air. The wild flowers have all
died back. Soon my branches will darken and I will
sleep until spring. It will be a long sleep, a good sleep.
You know when my branches sway in the cold wet
wind of winter, I get a chill, my bark may protect me
but I feel the wetness and the coldness that comes
with winter. When my leaves fall from me, it is like
the child I saw leave his mother on the first day of
school. the mother had a hard time letting go and
I know how she feels, my leaves are my children
and I never want to let them go. When my branches
are empty I feel alone, they were just a part of me
and now they are gone. Where have they gone?
To the earth, to the streams, some will travel far,
and some will lay at my roots, there they help to
keep me warm, and to in rich the the dirt at my
feet. Some day I will fall a sleep forever, you know
even the oldest oak must die. For now I dream of
the flowers and sunny warm days when I will awake
and know I have yet another summer to live and be
happy that I did wake from my long winters nap.
COPYRIGHT FRANCINE REXFORD 1999
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