I walked through dunes in sunny Spring
just passing trees I’ve always known.
I tried to climb them as a child
I buried birds between their roots
I brought my children here to play
and birds made nests up in their tops.
My secret thoughts I shared with them
and here I stayed in hide and seek
my tears were wept in their safe shade
they sheltered me from rain and hurt
their patient movements brought me rest
and I hoped that no tree was cut.
Their branches bended with our lives
as seasons came with frost and rain
and Summer winds dried out their husks;
destroyed by fire, some of them.
When here the young man hanged himself
it was as if I heard them cry.