Tree-Home

I'd like to be a tree again,
With strength stored in my trunk,
A wooden belly full of hope,
Rooted in an earth of "safe".

I'd like it to be Spring again,
To feel my branches bloom,
For flowers to hide the rough of my skin,
So that birds will think me homely.

I'd like for you to notice
When my leaves start turning auburn.

I'd like for you to hear them
When, silently, they tumble away.

And I'd like for you to sing to me

To wrap me in your song

To carve into me your poetry

To make my tree house a tree home.