A Single Tree

Does a tree worry that it’s alone?
Or does it extend its roots,
grow proudly firm,
spread its arms and leafy fingertips
up high
to sway in the frosty current
or remain still in silent wind?
Does it feel sad having no other tree
with whom to share a drink
or a day in the sun
or breathe the very air that sustains it
or relax in the very shade it offers?
Or does a single tree merely live
and simply be,
simply be what it was meant to be,
to be
a tree?


4 thoughts on “A Single Tree

  1. This reminded me of D.H. Lawrence’s poem “Self Pity”.


    I never saw a wild thing
    sorry for itself.
    A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
    without ever having felt sorry for itself.

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