The Tree
By Grace B
The tree I see here, beside me,
opens my heart, and now I see the world
through its sky-high eyes.
I feel as if I’m in a jungle
and there are heaps of trees,
but there’s only one tree here, beside me.
Its roots are like aliens’ arms
coming from the ground,
like the branches are exploding.
Now as I leave, a part of the tree
belongs to me, and whenever I close my eyes
I see a dancing image of the tree.