APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)

Day 15

Fifteen

Suicidal Tree

Once I was a tiny tree
In danger of trampling
Oh how I wish I'd been
Uprooted by the wind
Or swept away in a flood
Before my roots took root

Now I kiss the golden sun
Water courses my veins
Standing proud and strong
I twirl in the wind
With my kind of trees
Pretending to be one of them

Tomorrow they say
May be the day
We were taught to dread
When loggers arrive
Taking our lives into their hands
I may be young and tender
Still, I wish they'd take mine

~RC