Tree. Poem by Ginny S.

outside my window stands a Tree
his ancient posture incomplete
his green leaves whisper in the breeze
he rents his arms to birds and bees

i've known this Tree since i was small
i clamored through his hollowed halls
i flew his helicopters on
the strong support of summer's squalls

this Tree has braved both storm and snow
he blossoms back from seasonal woes
and when i have nowhere to go
i thank his limbs for my repose

he'll never fight or disagree
if i lay sleeping at his feet
he'll never live to see the sea
but there's no doubt he'll outlive me