I found a tree
And she said she loves me
In her memory of her past
She handed me my future
We breathed together
She inhaled
I exhaled
I exhaled
She inhaled
We sat in silence for many lifetimes
She grew stronger
And I leaned against her trunk in awe
She lived so gracefully in the groves of my dreams
Widespread in roots
Wild spread in branches
Earth and sky bonded through her
Leaves flew off of her in winds
Leaves grew out of her through rain
Leaves fed animals
Leaves told stories
I listened to them as I sat beneath her shade
And I heard my life in and out of being
Through these stories
She sang songs when she blossomed
And I remembered my own blossoming moments
I could smell the flowers and I didn’t know if
It was hers or mine
She reminded me to sing songs of loss
Because it’s easy to sing songs about flowers
But when you’re standing naked in the snow
The songs might not be so easy to recollect
I forgot what I came here for
And she said that would be a good time to sing
It’s hard to sing when no one notices you
Because your leaves are brown or gone and you’re just a dry old tree
And she whispered lovingly that this is precisely why
These songs need to be played
Not just somewhere far away in the cold
But on the radio
I had no ideas that trees knew what radios are
She laughed
And I realized I don’t know shit.