The Tree

The Tree


In my backyard

There is a tree

I sit

I read

I listen

I read Harry potter

And I listen for a trace

Of life

I listen under the tree 

Very peacefully

Very quietly

And I heard it

The wind

The shake of the tree

The pines flying 

Everywhere

And finally,

The tree shakes

There is yet a sign of 

Life

From the tree

 

I. Amos, 11