I
Like a tree, I surround myself
With similar beings.
We both seek to root ourselves in
Environments that stimulate
Our growth, while making sure
Our communities are diverse enough
To challenge our development.
Like a tree, I am unique
Amongst my brothers. I choose
Which way to stretch my roots
And branches.
The whimsically twisted
Vines of my sisters in mean time,
Help to realize the shapes of our shadows
in the shifting light of the Sun.
Like a tree, I grow constantly.
Our mother Sun provides us
With sustenance, helping
To nourish the expansion
Of our never-ending
Network of pipes and root-fingers,
Interlaced through one common
Body of Earth.
II
The tree and I share the air and
Nothing is wasted between us.
The song of one's exhale
Equals the breath
To support the voice
And posture of the other
While trees grow stronger
From our weakened bones,
we warm ourselves
With their former selves
In a castle of their still erect
Frames.
