Poem: Bigger Than Thee

 

In between stood a towering tree

with grand branches and big white leaves, 

I have a name though you won't name me,

and you cower in my shadow because I'm bigger than thee.

Stood heavy with sparrows every spring,

My heart's an apple untouched and clean, 

and through their throats it would sing

a hymn to summer with the wind, 

and made a wind-chime off their wings, 

and rustled with delight whenever it ringed. 

Every other season to be seen, 

It let drop an arm or two,

spent in the warmth which I saved, 

in the fire it lit for you.