If I were a tree
I’d be yew
Live in an old churchyard in the British countryside
Remembering when my limbs were used
To make bows for arrows
For the battles of the short-lived ones on two legs
I’d stand bent over
Hiding my poison medicine
My toxic healing
Stretching out the reaching branches
To be carved into divination rods
Wands of healing
Connecting the upper and lower
Side to side dimensions
I’d live for so long my middle would become
Hollow
And it would be confusing as to why
I was still alive
Because the center was open.
I love it! Very visual, I could see the trees 5he the lush countryside.
God Bless!
Keep on writing,for you have truly been blessed!
Respectfully yours,
Karole M. DePew , MS, DOM, Dip of NCCAOM
Thank you! Kind of you- thanks for reading!
Absolutely wonderful, especially – “Connecting the upper and lower/ Side to side dimensions.”
Thank you!
lovely there the center is open