Poetry - This Tree Is Not Like The Others

A poem by Emily.

This tree is not like the others.

 

The branches swing like arms towards me. 

The bark is warm and vibrates between my fingers. 

The leaves whistle a melodic tune as they blow in the wind. 

This tree is not like the others. 

The roots twist and turn in the soil, like veins criss-crossing on the palm of a hand. 

The posture is like a soldier going into battle. 

The trunk, like a long and slender thigh. 

This tree is not like the others.

The face, etched into the papery skin, looks to the landscape. 

And remembers a time, when it could walk, when it could talk. 

When it was human.