From Confessions – A Tree’s…
by George-b (EuZicAsa)
I always loved to be a tree
years keep thickening my trunk,
seasons have their charm…
They love my shade,
mushrooms and moss alike.
Good friends: all dogs, some birds
– those making nest and chirping.
Each time a chainsaw is turned on I think of childhood
when the days get warm I know the winter’s over…