I was here before
you came, and when you are gone
I will still be here.

I was here before
you came, and when you are gone
I will still be here.
Peat brown water, calm
and quiet between the trees
in their summer green.
My roots warm up
Beneath the fertile soil
I stretch my arms aloft
To sun and wind
Tossing all my blossoms
Delirious.
Trees, plants and grass entwine
Branches, leaves and twigs
Caught in a Springtime tangle
Singing birds alight and leave
The air is filled with Insects, flies and bugs
Creeping, eating, mating, buzzing
Living out their lives in
This great green metropolis.
Ivy snakes around
a tree, tall, strong and rooted
providing a home.
Trees get cold feet too
bushy shrubs pay attention
wrap themselves around.
A seasoned tree lifts
its limbs to sun, rain, wind, snow,
welcomes what life brings.
Black against the gold
tracings on a Winter sky
December sunset.
Minus head and limbs
an ozymandias tree
dying to survive.