the Green

Its a green time
the colour of envy? Nah
they colour of life as if to say
I am here.
I have just been sleeping
while the ivy crept around me.
I have been keeping the best for now
even the ivy will be weeping
as I pass it by.
And reach for the sky with my colours of life
for I
like my kin around me.
Are they ones they call tree
to me a word that seems happy
do I give life?
The birds seem to sing their best in my arms
they make beds for their children
using my forgotten wooden fingers that fell
fell in the winter
broken by the winds
I loose many. Does it hurt?
Well not today I tell
soft moss grows on my body
insects hide in my stance
I watch life dance
to the rhythm of the green
I am a tree I am green

May 25, 2006