The Tree

The Tree

My feet firmly planted in the ground

My out-stretched arms touch the heavens

My fingers point in all the directions of the universe

My leaves joyfully dance with the passing of a breeze

My bark no different than your skin

My sap flowing like the blood in your veins

My shade brings you comfort on a sunny day

I exhale so that I may bring you life

I die resting peacefully in the frames of your homes

As firewood bringing warmth and comfort to your bones

As timber guiding your whining locomotives, and

As a coffin I will comfort you for all eternity.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede