Mother Tree

She held me and nurtured me and rocked me

That great big pine with arms that reached all the way to the ground just

So I could climb up onto her tall stature.

I needed her and she needed me.

Way up high I could see for miles

All the rooftops of the neighbors

It was quiet there- no yelling, no demanding, no judging-

Just a soft breeze and ever so quiet.

Her roots went deep into the earth 

We talked for hours up so high that I felt I could touch the clouds

I never wanted to get down from that tree. 

Sweetly swaying

In the breeze.  

But dinner was ready and I had to climb down

Down, down - such a long way down

But she would be waiting for me tomorrow.

~ Karen Thompson