A Simple Request
Please don’t mind me, Tree, as I slip so quietly into your shade, as I sip so softly the breath of your leaves. It’s your strength I need— your silence, your certainty— and no more chatter than bird or squirrel might offer. I need to slip sylvan into your bark, to place all your rings on my fingers. Rock me again, Tree, high and gentle in your branches; Please, with all you are, just let me be. I need at last, at last, to grow roots.
Courtesy The Whimsical Writer/Mom/Library Lady, Ruth Lee
Ruth pens poems daily on her FB page, A Poem A Day. Click here to visit. She doesn’t miss a day!