There is this tree
This tree in front of me
Her leaves change
From green to brown
And back again
I find myself
To be like this tree.
Sometimes
My leaves shake and fall from me
Like this tree
Here in front of me
Other times
I provide safe shelter
For friends to nest in me
Like this tree
I bend under the weight
Of what I must carry
My roots grow deeper
Broader becomes my canopy
