The tree blows hard
It's leaver rattle in the wind
The bark chips
And the roots grow
I climb to the top
It's the tree's branch that I break
The wind dies
And I shake
The tree's heart remains
Through erosion and storm
It's dependable, strong
Yet weak
It has no voice
It cannot speak
I wrap my arms around the trree
I step on the branch
And cut my arm
It is solid
It keeps me warm
