A Tree Sees…
Behind its leaves
Into the windows that squint
out upon the world,
Through bifocals, trifocals,
and cataracts.
Theirs are the heroic faces
of the septuagenarians,
the octogenarians,
and the merely elderly
but not yet old.
Not old like the tree that
watches,
the observant tree,
whose life cycle has its own
seasonal rhythm and perspective.
The human animals come and
go.
The trees, stoic, rooted,
stand fast and watch.
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