A Talking Tree Poem by Pen Anthony

On a sunny afternoon
I lay down under a tree
The cool breeze lulled me
I was asleep before i got comfortable

I heard a whisper
Polite not to wake me
What does freedom taste like?
How does it feel moving around?

I didn't know how to answer that
If i did know, i just didn't know why
Anyone would ask such an obvious thing
I looked up to see who asked

It was him
No, it was her
No, it was it
It was the tree

I told him/her/it
All about my life
I never asked if
He was a boy tree or girl tree

I assumed he was a boy
Because it got him excited
Hearing how fun rugby is
He told me about the tree world

How we've made life hard for his people
That if he could walk
He'd go as far away from us
He noticed my frown

He knew i needed him
As much as he needed my company
When i woke up
He'd gone mute
I patted his bark told him
I would be back