Not Just Twigs
by Guardian Angel One

Maybe we're like trees. Our feet are on the ground. The acorn never falls far from the tree. Earth is our home. Maybe we're like trees. We can be grouped together, Or stand alone in nothing, Or have pet flowers to brighten our day. Maybe we're like trees. Bearing fruit- Dying, needing, growing- Dancing, waving, rustling about. Maybe we're like trees. We reach for the sky, Yet we're limited by time, our bodies, our enemies. We must suffer through other animal's intrusions. Maybe we're just trees.