A Single Tree, For All That We Need

AIR.
Beating breaths, 
Out of the fogged city
Or the hills of the country
It gives us air.

A tree, gives
Happily coughing up  
Everything escaping our lips.
And we walk right by.

Where would we be
Without this tree?
One that shades and shelters
And lets us breathe. 
Thank you. 
For giving us
The 
Air
We 
Need. 
But we walk right by. 

FIRST LOVE. 
Initials carved into wood
Everlasting
A binding contract of young lips

They engrave their love into a tree
Giving their hearts and letting them bleed
Only the tree
Is trusted with such responsibility

Reckless and free,
All love is carved away
Into the tree.
A true bliss, 
It’s summer’s gift
Until that
One 
Last
Kiss. 
Only the initials etched onto the solitary tree 
Are left.

PAPER. 
Stripped of its life, and turned into
Cream colored paper, crisp
But frail.
And it starts ahead on its inky trail.
The paper lies there for a while.

A current of blue ink streams across the page
Scribbled stanzas
about the creative cage 
Or about summer romance. 

Dressing up the corpse of the tree. 
Toss it in the trash, crumple the poem.
This tree gave you air, a life
You cut its respect with a knife.
We never
Stop 
To 
Think.

This tree gave us air, a life. 
So we carve our broken hearts into it. While drinking its generosity greedily. An axe blow hit it from the back. But buried in a tragic pile and unfinished ideas. 
Instead of
A tomb.