Mr Tree - Poem
Mr Tree, talk to me
What do you want to know?
What's it like to be alone?
I am not alone, I am one of Mother Nature's own
What's it like to stand still for so long?
I may not run but I move with the Earth as it circles the Sun
What's it like to have no voice?
Have you not heard my leaves whisper in the breeze
And my branches creak and groan when there is a hurricane?
What's it like to feel no pain?
Why do my branches weep when they're cut down?
What's it like to have no eyes?
If you choose to believe the lies in your Mind
Are you not blind?
What's it like to be made of wood?
Now, you tell me!
© 2015 Betty Janet Davis