Trees
you are me
and I am you
in so many
senses of the words
that I forget
sometimes
that I am not
like you
bound to a
single spot
resigned
to your entrapment
nor are you
like me
able to flee
from danger
the sound of saws
or of tiny jaws
consuming you
slowly
or toppling you
where we are
most alike
is in our words
stating simply
that blood
sap sunlight
rain
it's all the same
that without them
we die
we cease to blush
as the light
turns from us
we shed
leaves
and bad choices
then wait
till we are
green again
you are me
and I am you
in so many
senses of the words
that I forget
sometimes
that I am not
like you
bound to a
single spot
resigned
to your entrapment
nor are you
like me
able to flee
from danger
the sound of saws
or of tiny jaws
consuming you
slowly
or toppling you
where we are
most alike
is in our words
stating simply
that blood
sap sunlight
rain
it's all the same
that without them
we die
we cease to blush
as the light
turns from us
we shed
leaves
and bad choices
then wait
till we are
green again