I Am A Tree If I Want To Be.
Standing Tall Or Not At All.
Turning Green To Make A Scene
Or Just As Red With Things Unsaid.
An Ants Retreat. A Worm’s Warm Bed. A Bird’s Delight
With Birth In Sight.
An Owl’s Call When Night Befalls,
Or On A Branch Where Music Pranced.
Trees Are Magic When They Dance.
