Paper Birch
“This one is ours,” we said as we stood
Under this Tree, feeling small as we could
She stands tall and white, bright like the moon
“We’ll be back,” say we, “back very soon.”
One each extra visit, she grows in our hearts
More graceful, more lovely, but she was from the start
She guards the proud tombstones, a symbol of being
With wisdom and joy, there’s no end to her seeing
What does it mean for this tree to see all?
She stands here, a witness to the rise and the fall
Of a whole human life, or of two or a few
A record of history, not just for us humans, but remember Nature too
The tree is a being unattached to you or me
The tree is a being with its own history
A lifespan, a story, a phenology
This paper birch is special, we all can agree