This mysterious pull towards the love of trees is best explained by Kristen’s beautiful words;
all I know
is like this tree –
am i.
roots twisted
firmly grasped
and wrapped up in you.
sometimes i sit at this window
and stare at this tree
and think of the life it might have known –
the nurturing of a man’s hands
who planted its seed
and cared for it.
its roots growing
and wrapping
and grasping
much like us –
who grow the same
from nourishment.
i think of the branches
that once held tire swings
and childrens laughter
i think of the couples
who sat beneath its shade
unsure if the heat
was from their passion
or the sun.
perhaps it is why
i am drawn to trees –
they’re mysterious.
ever changing
and letting go
and beginning again.
only to draw sustenance
from the rain and snow
and provide air
and shadows for children
and adults to play under.
all I know
is like this tree –
am i.
roots twisted
firmly grasped
and wrapped up in you.
