I have never been so instantly beckoned by something 

that could neither speak nor move on its own accord, 

But this tree, this glorious tree, 

truly beckoned me. 

 

I admired its strutting, outgoing companion and  

I considered its soulless, coloring neighbor. 

But this tree, one I would like to name 'my tree' 

simply called to me like an old friend. 

 

Never in my lifetime have I so  

cherished the leaves that sway,  

the wind passing be them. 

Never in my lifetime have I so  

relished in the feeling the bark gives me, 

the wood taking in my love. 

 

As a small green bug crawls across  

my notebook and finger, 

I realize I am not the only one  

who has been captivated by the tree. 

As the butt of a cigarette sits on  

the ground by the tree, 

I realize I am not the only one  

who has felt desire near this tree. 

 

I look up and can see the sun,  

who has so generously helped this  

tree to grow to its full beauty,   

simply shining through the leaves. 

I cannot help but to thank 

the sun, who supported this tree 

and all the trees around to it to 

Support Me.