There is a gaping hole A split in the tree A well that has forced a tunnel through it’s bark Slowly, over hundreds of years. There is no announcement to the world The tree has told her neighbors, but they seem to have kept it secret between the forest And me I think I could fit my family inside of it Distant relatives too We would squish and argue and fight for the softest limb Still we would fit. There is no funeral for the tree Instead she grows longer and wider The space fills with just more space The animals seems to ignore her deformity Choosing it their home The leaves and plants do not die from her branches Instead the sprout and die Just as they did the year before. A split in the tree is just a split in a tree Do we change that slowly? Does she need another hundred years to discover the will the persevere? If she knows she does not seem to mind. Does a gaping hole stay a gaping hole forever? And after how long does it transform us?
this was cute honey :)