If She Were A Tree

Leaves fall down
The wind gives wings
And
gently brings
them to the ground

The tree
That stands
Firmly rooted
in the earth
Branches reach
Up into the sky
Moved
By the rhythm
Of the seasons

If she were a tree
Then he would be her sun
Rays of purest light
Would feed her
She would blossom
Bear the fruits with pride
And then
let them go,
let them fly down
with the wind,
merge with the earth
And let it again
feed her

©RoseGirl2017