This is my tree poem
where I imagine
I am a tree
Oh, wouldn’t that be something?

a tall shady Oak I might be
or a Cherry blossom
giving a glimpse of beauty
to someone who might need it

a Cashew tree would be nice
or perhaps a fruiting Dogwood?

I’d have hundreds of daily visitors
birds, bees, butterflies, squirrels
some birds, smaller than bees

Oh how I’d enjoy
having a rose-cheeked Parakeet
brush against my leaves!
Wouldn’t a Blue Jay
resting on one of my branches
make a pretty picture?

I’d never, ever
let them leave hungry

If you were close by, you’d hear
a Cuckoo calling
in the pre-dawn silence
and be filled with an ache
that cannot be described

you’d stare in complete awe
at the sight of me shining
like warm gold through the mist

I'd be a host to picnics
to poets, writers, travelers, lovers
I'd listen to deep conversations
and rainy days

Seasons would come and go
winds would blow, leaves would fall
days would pass away like migratory birds

but I’d be right here
still a home
to wings
to ceaseless rain
to beauty so deep, you could never
bear it all alone
to longings

still a nurturer

a faithful friend
I'd be the one who never leaves.