I want to write like her.

The girl who just sees a tree and see the world.

Like the leaves remind her of those who come but never stay

Leaving like leaves do when they find a new journey to cling to.

I want to see branches like her and think of all of those to who I'm connected

Growing through years and strengthening through time with absolutely no method

Some branches so firm and can hold and swing

but others swiftly break off and leave at the roar the wind brings.

I want to look at the trunk and think of how much it's had to endure.

The thickening of the bark and the shape it contours

I think of all the naive lovers who once had scribbled their name

Thinking that love and trees would be similar and stay the same.

I want to write like the girl who sees a tree and sees the world.