Smooth shiny wet bark
Contrasts with overcast skies
A broken barcode

Smooth shiny wet bark
Contrasts with overcast skies
A broken barcode
Although they are slow
All the things that grow below
Must begin to show
Lay my demons down
We are patiently waiting
Draw another breath
The road ahead looks
The same as the path behind
When you reach the end
You cannot pause life
Or wait for all the answers
There’s no solution
We cut, carve and climb
Train and trim: bend, burn and break
What do trees demand?
Another day gone
Slipping through my fat fingers
Evening sun though leaves
When you’re trapped in woods
Can’t see the trees for the leaves
Give up, fall asleep
Growing together
As trees are to the forest
So are we to joy
Seasons lumber by
Though they change we don’t know why
The leaf’s final sigh