The Senile Tree

aThe Senile Tree

Dormant I was under the ground,

None to be seen , none to be found

At that time life reached out for me

This is my story… a senile tree

Wiggling myself out of the Earth

I saw my twins, but with expansive girth

Tiny I felt likened to them

A flow of water ran down my phloem

Among my buddies I matured and grew

Thriving on the food I myself brew

Reaching for the skies, my roots in the earth

I thanked the little boy for giving me birth.

A calliopean sound woke me up

All around me I saw… was muck

My friends were down to tiny shreds

Nothing left from their roots to heads

With the whirring machines they began at my base

I pondered…for a table or a beautiful vase?

Perplexed I am for what my fate shall be

This is my story…a senile tree