Saturday, 24 August 2013

The tree

Shade-provider, light-divider
Thatcher of the forest floor
Reaching your non-human hands
Whilst centred deeply underground. 
Twisted, curling, tangling, rooted -
Magnificently unaware
You are our oxygen machine,
The dancing partner of the wind. 
Zen-like, upright, curvy, swervy -
You are our future furniture. 
I am jealous of your roots. 

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