Listen!
I STAND before the tree thinking it's pretty much the same as me we are drawn from the same dirt its up is up to me its down is where I dig too sun warms us stars ignore we stay up as late as we can till sleep comes insisting on its rights -- or at least it does for me and nothing stops me thinking the tree sleeps when I do tree there's a flaw in my grain I share with you when the wind pushes its load of rain I bend my head like yours and the knurl could make us split or be our beauty after life is gone