Strive

A Poem About Trees =]

To devour light is to exist.

Let us stretch toward it with open palms

        and fingers spread

And feel the sunlight lick and twist

Its rays about our skin exposed and

        welcome to all but the human threads

Of doubt and mistrust and misery and that

        which belongs to such a list.

And let us take with us as well that we desire

        to be wed,

Happily joined to creatures missed.

Let's house and feed and shade and provide

        unconditionally for all who care to tread

Beneath or by where we stand, or even among

        the bright green blades the sun has kissed.