You were leafy
Skinny
And cute to look at.
Saw you one day
Said hey
And you stood still.
Stood as tall as you could
Like a giant
A miniature one.
Bugs crawled over your skin
Luckily not under
What’s your life like?
Must be quite lonely
Your roots stuck
And unholy.
Are you closer to the great fire?
Your fingers underground
Reaching with desire.
But you don’t speak human
And I don’t speak tree
Therefore I cannot relate to thee.
