Walking Tree Poem by Ricky Bingenheimer

As the sun rolls back over the hills,
Darkness retrieves.
A tree brings up its roots,
It shakes its leaves,
It begins its journey in the cover of night.

As it begins its walk,
It sees at the stars,
It hears as the wind, grass, and flowers talk,
It keeps moving goal in mind,
The walk is up hill
Steep and tiring with a cold chill
Large rocks and other trees block its view
Great lakes and cliffs all around
But the tree ignores them
Too much ground to gain

The sun begins to rise
The tree digs back into the ground

Still and sound,
Waiting for night to come,
So its journey can continue.