If I were a Tree

If I were a tree,

with roots buried deep.

I would be a weeping willow

swaying in a warm summer breeze.

leaves fluttering like eyelashes against your cheek.

I'd move with storms.

bending beneath the weight of the wind and the rain.

waiting for my sunny days.

If I were a tree,

with roots buried deep.

I'd be a great big oak,

a couple hundred years old.

Strong and true,

withstanding everything the world threw

my way.

I'd bear witness to time,

the worst and the best,

initials of lovers carved in to my chest.

If I were a tree,

With roots buried deep

I'd be a tall slender cypress

delicately dressed in spanish moss.

You would be at a loss for words to describe

The scene that you see,

Knees curled to my chest so that I can breathe.

Drowning in stagnant waters

but still so pretty.