Gosh I miss her so much.

Gosh I miss her so much.

If I choose

Just one

Of all the trees I see

From the Magnolia

To the Banana

With an old Chestnut in between

The lush green

Of tropical plants

Barely disturbed

By the mildly changing seasons

Unlike the ruffle of russet and gold

From an old world deciduous

Oak

Rapt in conversation

With an English

Rambling Rose

What stories will be told

Of what it means to be

Thought of as special

As different

From any other tree

Would I be recognised

So easily

Am I so special

As to be known?

Is there such difference

As the leaves

Upon a burning bush

Or Mountain Ash

When they come to look at me

What of my design

Is there such variation

As to be hailed

As unique

Is it only in the befriending

That inner beauty is revealed

When what you see

Is influenced

By the attachments

And connections

We have made between us

You with me

A family tree.