The first day there were
Many.
I picked out the biggest
One.
It’s trunk had a stand-in
Cave.
I walked right up to it;
Stood.
My body fit perfect,
In.
The view from there was great
True.
Second time it was a
Root.
That drew me to like a
Bench.
Cause nothing beats a good
Sit.
Little later my butt
Hurt.
Still, I sat and looked out
Wide.
And I could see many
More.
‘Today it’s this one that’s
Mine.’
The next day I’m feeling
Sad.
I go to the park any-
Way.
And pick one to fit my
Mood.
Tall this tree, too, it
Droops.
Branches hang like a hound’s
Cheeks.
A certain amount of
Moss.
Surrounds the circumference
Low.
The bark goes vertical
High.
Willow-like weeping, and
Me.
I walk around every
Day.
And say, this one, this day
You.
When alone I need some-
Thing.
I choose a tree in the
Park.
And make it my own tree,
See.
I walk home; I leave it
There.
Everyday a favorite
Tree.