The Bottle Tree

As the bottle tree grows

The bright yellow sun gleams and glows

The tiny critters lay below

But the winged creatures are beyond reach

Suddenly I spot something near

People, weird people

Their clothes made of rich fabrics

Shoes made of dark brown leather

Why are they here?

I ask out loud

They take me away, away from you

Away from your vibrant, mossy leaves

Away from your tall chestnut trunk

I wish I could have said one last goodbye

Before I disappeared into the stars of the night.