i am tree. i am taller than everything
else. other trees envy me.
the grass doesn’t like me, i keep
uprooting them with my roots.
humans keep climbing on me,
i can barely feel my branches anymore.
i wish i were smaller, as to not
attract so much attention.
. . .
30 years have passed. . .or was it
300? i do not remember.
most of the other trees are dead.
no humans are climbing anymore.
only a lonely bird’s nest.
i don’t remember what bird, i think it
may be. . .crow? i heard a human say
that one, it sounds nice.
. . .
48 years later, i am still tree.