Madeline Upchurch, Primeval Tales

Trees - Like you and me, Have a story Yet they do not tell Of the sweet tale of time Seasons pass and leaves fall No one thinks to offer a blanket

Trees - Like you and me, Grow Sturdy and wide Yet they do not celebrate birthdays Maybe they have special shading salons For you and I To gaze upon the day

But Trees - Apart from you and me, Have an incredible attribute Their roots - Stretch as far as the tree itself Sit below the surface One tree we see Two we are between