Not much more than a sapling,
with arms extended,
holding up birds with dignity.
The Creator gave a gift to tree one day,
a vision, where the office building was an empty shell,
the sky was on fire with pink, and orange,
melting with blue,
and then tree saw just one acorn, growing on his limb,
as the sky went to grey, and the grass became green again,
he let it drop, and in no time, there was an army,
of saplings growing, taking back stolen territory,
as their roots tore up the parking lot,
and tree was more than a sapling,
they were all strong now,
holding up birds, with dignity.
Tree knew it was only a vision,
but he was encouraged.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”