Thinking of Trees

[Bunx]

Thinking of Trees

I wake
to mourning.

Yesterdays tragedies,
or eventual victories?
A rainbow trout jumps
on a weighted line
their one last chance
to feel alive.

Clouded areas, invoke thought.
Is sacrifice romantic?
Drops of water
bring new world
on old Deciduous leaves.

Evaporation illuminates
Young Birch tethered to earth
a grave of colors.
Still there after death.

I am not water,
I am just a boy.
Reborn from the past.

Mourning transcends
through my soul.
I can't accept it,
but see son around
my friend.