White flaky skin
By Ryan X
Published 5 June 2024
White flaky skin
The tree swaying in the wind
Dancing for all to see
Roots are bundles of wood
Drinking water
A thick trunk going steady
White bark like paper
Wooden arms supporting nests
Comforting its residents
A fan of leaves spreading out
Waving to the sky
It’s branches barren,
Waiting for the snow to go away
Attaining wisdom
For over a millennium
Would you let a life like this
Be harvested without being remembered?