This Tree and Me

Who lives, who dies, who decides.

Infinite Life. Photo by Heidi Beeler

Outside the window where I sit all day, It stands alone, arms spread wider than it’s height exoskeleton of branches unmoving. roots spread above ground in a circle around it. leafless but not lifeless. Sunlight glistens where bark has peeled, leaving jagged wounds that cannot be sealed, blustery storms rage dark clouds overhead, without a sound it stands unafraid, unredeemed.

Unsteady I stand my arms span wider than the tiny height nature has allotted me. I sit in the chair with wheels, where others take the helm. I wonder if the tree sees me, noting the jagged edges of my wounds softening to heal, my roots explored by me exposed for all to see. the air that It freely shares, curated through tubes for me. I wonder how It feels.

Only one of us may see the coming of summer. It will stay to bear new leaves I might fly free.

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