The Tree
By Odin B
Published 27 April 2023
I am strong like a rock
Swift as can be,
But all I want, all I want
Is two big eyes, able to see
When I wake
It’s dark, dark, dark
Cold, cold, cold
And I am scared, Scared, SCARED
All I can do is smell the soft scent of pine
Taste the pollen on the top of my tongue
Feel the crunchy warm blanketed ground beneath my roots
Hear the loud squaaawwk of the crows in my branches
And the bang, bang, bang of the wood beakers hunting for food
But I can't see anything
Not my trunk
Not my branches
Not my leaves, and not my friends
All I want, all I want
Is two big eyes, able to see