OUR TREE

 

Caught in your branches

the laughter of children,

the cry of a kitten,

the song of a nightingale,

scampering squirrels,

the knocking of woodpeckers,

and carved names of lovers,

the morning mist,

and the bright summer sun,,

snowflakes and raindrops

and whistling winds,.

leaves coming and going

 

and through all your seasons

you reach for the sky,

higher and higher,

unnoticed till now

as I stand here beneath you

in awe.