There is a tree in our yard, near the windows.
It had once set its branches wherever seemed fit,
but has since leaned in toward House to be close.
I wonder... do you think it knows?
Tree stretched nearer as it grew taller.
Witnessed steps, squeals, salvation, comfort, stories,
Tree reached closer as it grew wider.
Noticed encounters with blocks, books, dishes,
hobbies, bodies, music, bed.
Tree gave self as it grew older.
Offered shade to learner, lover, dancer, napper,
swinger, picnic, camp.
I think it knows.
I can almost hear Tree whisper,