When I was a tree

I stood for a hundred years

I just stood, and watched

And waited

 

I had no concerns

There were no desires, doubts

Or tears

 

I was a tree

And everybody loved me

 

As a tree, I felt my roots

Unfurling through the earth

My limbs stretched out 

As high as they could reach

 

My crown was gifted from the stars

I lived amongst my friends

Sharing tales, and showing scars

 

A community of trees

Welcoming all who came to rest

We provided shelter for the birds

A home for precious nests

 

At our feet grew little flowers

And folk would sit with us for hours

We watched on, as love affairs bloomed

And families blossomed

 

I was a part of Nature’s orchestra

We played music all day long

We sang with the Nightingales

The Robins, and the Thrush

 

When I was a tree

Everything moved slowly

There was never any rush

I took my place so proudly ~

Proud that God had chosen me

 

To be

A simple tree. 

 

~Clare Kinnaird. 2024.