Beneath my tree.
By Amy S
Published 16 July 2024
Look at the leaves,
A big ocean of green.
Branches like tentacles,
Roots thick and thin
Spreading as far as the eye can see.
Sticks dead of life,
Bark like gravel
sap like green blood.
Beneath my tree
feeling so free
like my spirit is dancing within me.
A trunk so thick
wide as 10 men
Oh under my tree
I see the bees
Rushing among the canopy
Making honey.
Just for me.