One Certain Tree Poem by Cheri Odom

Colors of all colors.
Leaves of all leaves,
drop down from above.
Softly and passionately
it said, "please."
Flowing around the sky.
Seeing the vision up high.
A delicate nature.
Different running creatures.
Here stands this tree.
People that of the view like to see.
"Don't pass me.
Here I am, please.
View me! Save me! Love me! Pray for me!
I have to grow.
I have to live.
I have to be with others,
so I will give.
There's fruit to be eaten.
Things to be saved.
Hear my cry, my cry!
Then I will stay.
Don't ever forget me,"
said one certain tree.