Loving Trees

I don’t like trees 

They’re enemies 

I’ll never think they’re appealing 

They take up space where giant synthetic monuments can stand 

But I’m lonely 

So maybe 

They could be my friend 

They’re beautiful as models 

Their branches pierce the sapphire sky 

Sometimes in the moonlight 

Sometimes in the sunlight 

Their flowers grow 

And blossom 

Like fireworks rising into the night sky 

They silently swerve 

Like magnificent ballerinas dancing through the wind 

I hear the rustling of leaves always waving at me even in the most struggling times

Trees are my friends 

I’ll always think they’re appealing.