o dear tree,
by the side of the road,
in the middle of
concrete and traffic –
tell me please
how do you do it really?
stand so tall,
keep living and blooming
green
grow grass beneath your feet,
be a home
to birds, bees and the like,
and enchant with your beauty still
how does it work tell me
this
not feeling lonely,
belonging to one’s own
while belonging to everything else –
“I am”
with no excuses you say
in imperfect glory…
receiving the rain and everything
that comes with it
giving it all you got
every single minute
not even complaining
those trees there and why am I here?
o dear tree,
you don’t even claim a name
being
just the tree you that you are-
who cares if
trains, cars, people do not notice
even the cats – maybe sometimes
oh and how tell me how
do you say all these things
without even talking
i love you.
i know you know.
but still me i love
you tree loves every
tree and life and every me.
elif