Days Like Trees Poem by Polly Walshe

The days like trees grow close together,
Only a practised eye can tell between the days -
Look, they are so like each other.

If you decide to leave you'll never
Get back in, there is no secret way,
For days like trees grow close together,

It's hard to tell one from another,
Only a scythe can cut between the days,
And look - they are so like each other.

Go and you'll mourn them like a lover,
You'll wish for all the world you'd stayed,
For days like trees grow close together

While in the dark you find no cover,
The moon stares down, there is nowhere to pray.
Look - days are so like each other,

Silver-white like swords, they'd rather
Slice you small than let you slip away,
For days like trees grow close together
And look - they are so like each other.