"The whole universe is based
on rhythms. Everything
happens in circles,
To say that I am above such.
A year is a year, who’m I to say,
If I’m in need of a crutch?
at all the clothes I’ve bought
I can’t believe I haven’t anything
that’s fashionably taut
About how it can never be done
Your courage must take over
And their envy will be won
Never moving too fast
Never rushing her slow subtleties
All under the stars, watching the moon
Sharing stories that began before us
Around the fire
We care for our elders
We raise our young
We grow as one
Through our hearts, not eyes, they are found
To inspire, protect, and sometimes save
Or weep as they watch us dig our own grave
The tree says, "don't mind all of my leaves,
I will be shedding them soon."
Charlie says, "but I rather like them Old Tree.
They shimmer in the breeze and soothe my thoughts."
"But they hide my big strong limbs," says the tree,
"and I seek to impress that cute Maple over there."
"Trees fall in love?" Asked Charlie.
The tree answered with no hesitation or consideration of young Charlie.
"No. We just get knotty."