Growing pains
I felt a change in the air, Hidden in the spaces between us, & before I could grasp what was going on, You were already gone. I felt a change growing in my left palm, First a gnawing, itchy, restless kind of feeling. The feeling only grew & b egan to crawl up my arm, Violently, it pierced me straight through my heart. Looking for a quiet place to fall, I look down, Extending out of my chest, a branch. More branches grew & they grew & even more grew, Stretching towards the sky defiantly. As if trying to touch the heavens. Leaves began to form, then the flowers & then the fruit. The birds & the bees love me during the spring, until come fall. My branches becoming bare & not too soon after, My new-found company also gone. During the winter frost my trunk is a kind, w arm place f or critters. Butterflies migrate every year to lay their eggs on my leaves, Everywhere there are ants working endlessly together, Once in a while a pass byer will sit u...