TREE
Sitting with my back to you,
My old tree.
It has been so long
Do you remember me?...
Do you remember you?
My fingers trail your bark,
As scars under my skin.
To me you seem so strong,
How could we ever be?
You are a tree, a tree
No rope or nail will kill you
Above my head a lark
He was free to choose you
Would I be here, had I been to?
I say goodbye, no more.
I say farewell to once was
I am free my tree, from you,
Bury that rope, please do.
And move on, you're free too.
© Darren White
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