Perspective Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Sometimes all I care about,
All I worry about,
Every debate,
Every argument,
All that I say,
All that I feel,
Everything I write,
All I create,
All I destroy,
And everything I do,
Is put into perspective
When I think of how old the trees before me are.
They are here now.
They were here when I born,
They were here before I was born.
They saw the earth before my parents were born.
When I close my eyes, the world still turns,
And the trees will be here long after I die.

© Charlie F. Kane

3/09/06