There are trees in my head
some stumped, some blooming
And some far away
and long forgotten
by distance and time.
Of the stumped ones, some are
oozing blood and suffering
Some stoic with closure,
and some stumped ones
still showing signs of life
with trifoliate, one or two.
Of the blooming trees,
some are verdant
with joy and no misgivings.
Some with varied hues, of
pink, green, yellow, and brown
telling of moments of
being born, fully matured,
and some
wishing and withering away.
I like my trees however they are,
and am thankful
for reminding me to practice
acceptance for who they are.
~dated: Feb 03, 2020
