Willow DuBrovin
Forever Entwined With You, My Very Tree
Translucent clouds dithered above me
while I lay on this very tree.
Small was the tree, yet I was smaller,
just a child gazing at the free.
My escape was the fields in this backyard,
and in the center, this very tree.
Cherry blossoms and robin’s nests,
a luminous place made just for me.
Forever entwined to this very tree,
my body lengthens as do your rings.
Yet even with the passing time,
I still sniffle from the flowers you spring.
Every hour and day is spent with you,
my back scrapes on your young bark,
but I don't care, I'm too infatuated
with some book of a long dead king.
I grow older, but I watch you rise.
Slowly but surely, the Devilman cries
as my wrinkles latch with your age
and my life is longer than it should have been.
Because of you, my very tree.
You shared with me your sacred spirit,
so forever am I indebted to you
until the day we leave for the sky together.
So I climb my way to your branch,
a branch I've climbed to for centuries
and you and I lay, watching the sky so blue.
I notice your form start to cripple and crack
and your bark, my very tree, falls through.
I sigh, and take one last breath of your
flowery scent, “I am ready” I say,
and so I perish with you.
Translucent clouds dithered above me
while I lay on this very tree.
Small was the tree, yet I was smaller,
just a child gazing at the free.
My escape was the fields in this backyard,
and in the center, this very tree.
Cherry blossoms and robin’s nests,
a luminous place made just for me.
Forever entwined to this very tree,
my body lengthens as do your rings.
Yet even with the passing time,
I still sniffle from the flowers you spring.
Every hour and day is spent with you,
my back scrapes on your young bark,
but I don't care, I'm too infatuated
with some book of a long dead king.
I grow older, but I watch you rise.
Slowly but surely, the Devilman cries
as my wrinkles latch with your age
and my life is longer than it should have been.
Because of you, my very tree.
You shared with me your sacred spirit,
so forever am I indebted to you
until the day we leave for the sky together.
So I climb my way to your branch,
a branch I've climbed to for centuries
and you and I lay, watching the sky so blue.
I notice your form start to cripple and crack
and your bark, my very tree, falls through.
I sigh, and take one last breath of your
flowery scent, “I am ready” I say,
and so I perish with you.