what do you see in a tree?

when  suffering when in pain see change

see the seasons moving and the tree breathing standing still

in winter's depth naked silent patient strong


temperatures rise Spring

more erotic than any movie buds form, explode, adorn

trumpets blare silently

birds nest youth strain their necks

late sunsets people rest under the best days of a tree

and yet it always knows the shorter days the colder nights

water as glass magnifying a lonely, nude form for anyone to see anyone to pass without noticing

until they suffer looking on and see it there