FROM TREE TO SAPLING

I was a fallen down tree

But I am fallen no more

I’m 250,they call me weak and old, but I have not yet begun.

I have an axe at my bark

With a human attached

Next more people come and start struggling and yelling

Not to cut me down

After they are chained to me

They make a lot of sound

Afterwards they leave me

Alone in peace at last.

I sway along with the winter wind until it comes to pass

I find I have some leaves, relief from being bare

They are orange red and brown, my I do look fair.

I realise this is autumn but not for long for

My leaves are turning green and many more I find on me

Then children come and climb my branches

WHOOPS don’t fall there

Next a faun comes frolicking, jumping ‘round my trunk

Summer comes to an end and spring comes like lightning

As people come to bunk

They marvel at the blossoms and bushes and the trees that are so young and rare

Also at the wildlife they sit, watch, draw and stare

Then all my leaves drop to the ground once again and I become naked and bare

The years fly by repeatedly

The same events each time

just new people, new youngsters to help pass the time

Until I’m but a sapling

A simple baby tree

I get no leaves

I have no fine trunk

Children walk right past me as if I’m not even there

And no one comes to bunk

But now I’m one of the plants at which scientist like to stare

I’m gradually growing smaller shrinking until I’m just a seed

I sleep in the soil all day as the worms wriggle around me

Now another year has past and I’m sitting on a tree

Photo by Angel

Im just another seed in the pod I’m surrounded by many other seeds

I have made many new friends

But still I keep on shrinking becoming nothing more than a spirit that can float through the floor

Now I just float around looking after others until I start another life

Lets hope it’s not backwards.