a old tree

The Tree

I remember when I was a small sapling

Wearing an uncomfortable black bag

As I rode on a truck with my brothers and sisters

we each had stopped in different location

and I found my new home away from my sisters and brothers

The new place was scary

I missed my brother and sisters

and of course

my mother

oh how I missed her smooth leaves

she told she will always be here for me

As I grew up

I realized I would never see my family again

Although the place I stayed

had 3 loving children

they have a mother

and I wish my mother was there too

As I grew older and older

the three loving children that loved me

decided they were too old to stop by the old tree

I miss the way they swung by my branches

and played around me

A few years have past by

I do not know how long I have been in my new home

the 3 children have not returned

and I was alone

I could not walk on my feet

I wish I could so

to move and find a new home

With children that will never leave me

And a mother that will love me

A few years more have past

I found a few more trees to keep me company

But it will never be the same as the company of my brother and sister

HAZA

I say

I found 6 children

that are small and young

they play around my roots

and swing on my branches

Has the day come that I feel young again

The young children come every day

to swing on my branches and play tag around me

I wish I could join them

but sadly it can't

I wish I could

run around and join them

A few years have past

I miss my brothers and sisters

I can’t believe that i have not seen them in such a long time

I remember when I first rode  

to this farm

Why did we all have to be separated

How I still miss them

I feel ill

my leaves are dying and i can’t swallow my food

I hear the owner talking

about me

the old tree

I am afraid that they will cut me down

After about another year

They cut my branches

soon I will be a stump

and the children

had stopped coming

I miss being a tree

They started building buildings around the old farm

they could not move me because my roots were too far in the ground

no one stopped to say hello

Not even the trees that stood straight and tall

A few more years have passed

I am a stump and that's all I am

I saw seats made from wood

the wooden seat talked to me

we became friends

until they replaced him

with a rude disrespectful plastic chair

that called me names

The old farm that used to be there

has now turned to New York City

There are no trees

There are only stumps left

and I am still alone

I realized that is how I would be for the rest of my life

life as a stump

and I will wait and see if life happens over again