How embarrassing must it be
To be naked
Like this tree
She has no shame
Not one bit
And she claims
That she had lived
A thousand and one
Days under the sun
I wondered how great it would be
To be naked like that tree
There sits a child talking to a tree
About the long day and how things turned out to be
…And as I talked to her-the tree
She humbly smiled and replied to me:
-“This green was of concrete, paved so harshly to stop my growth.
Little I was, hungry for the sun at birth.”
She leaned down as she whispered to me.
Then I thought about my broken nail, my missing shoe, the lost signal, the text I couldn’t send you
Things that ruined my day
They were not concrete in my way!
So I dust off my skirt, with one shoe on
I go back inside my comfortable home
Thankful for how things turned out to be
See sometimes when you’re upset, all you need is a talking tree!