hazy heron
There’s a tree, a creature so tall
It stands out within this forest of whispers and ease
It’s loud, it’s unyielding, a heart not so forgiving
It’s out here yearning for a gentler breeze
There’s this tree, she screams and she screams all day
The harsh rustle of her branches against harsher winds
She screams at me, and for ages I’ve tried to coax her
But today I screamed back, I stomped my foot and tightened my fists
I walked angrily away, but with a huff I heard her say, “ameature”
There’s this tree, today I’ve learned her name
It’s the first time she’s spoken so gentle to me
I sat beneath her branches, arms full of support
She didn’t scream at me, and I found that when we talked we finally agreed
She’s lonely amongst this forest
Too different, too loud, and too much
She said she could never seem to fit in
And to that, I responded, “Oh, hush!
You sit here yelling, you never let anyone in
What did you expect? When your walls are anything but thin?”
One green leaf fell and tickled my cheek
“I guess,” she said. “I always thought myself too much of a freak.”
Today, I saw this tree
She was unlike the rest of the bunch
But today, she’s not screaming– her voice is a lovely tune
She is loud and she’s proud but she has a few other trees joining her for lunch
There’s this tree
It’s true, she is a bit odd
But who wouldn’t love someone who’s so beautifully flawed?
timber hollow