PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I am a tree,

swaying in breezes,

feeling the soil

that cushions my feet.



Embrace the sun.



Light shines through canopies.

My elders reach

for all they can get;

the bigger they are

the harder they fall

when chainsaws bite

into their bark.



Squirrels chattering in my branches,

arguing about who’s it

in their endless game of tag,

cry over spilled nuts

while circling round my trunk

to escape domesticated predators.



Am i going to waste?



I laugh at the liberals

who think they’re green.

Plant me in your biggest cities,

I’ll breathe in all your smog

as I harness celestial energy.

I scoff at the conservatives

who think they don’t need me.

Cut me down

for your crop of dollar bills,

but those don’t give you air.



Scenarios of my fate

invade my chlorophyll mind,

but no,

I think I’ll just enjoy the rain

as it dances on my leaves

and soaks into my core,

refreshing to the tips.



Pit, pat, pitter drip patter.

Quit teasing me!

Let loose the torrent!

Let the birds in my boughs

have little pools to play in.