This old, old tree
looks weird to me.
Its bark is mossy,
its lichen glossy.
If I had time
I could climb
to its top
and there I’d stop —
under the sky,
up so high.

Photo by Ginette Pestana
This old, old tree
looks weird to me.
Its bark is mossy,
its lichen glossy.
If I had time
I could climb
to its top
and there I’d stop —
under the sky,
up so high.

Photo by Ginette Pestana