Tree

Tree

I stand tall,

I am a tree.

I stand to all,

Birds that are refugees.

Sometimes they hide,

Sometimes they flee,

From the ones that hurt,

But I stay strong

For them.

Sometimes chicks are born,

Within these branches,

And sometimes they do not know,

What lies behind them.

And the rest are,

All waiting to find,

Some,

One,

Else.

And sometimes I,

Cannot host them more than,

A blink,

And they must find their way,

Not a path I can make.

But one thing they share,

Is that they will,

Certainly,

Leave.

With very little help,

I run this house,

Each room different,

Alone,

By itself.

So time has come,

To say goodbye,

Goodbye my birds,

Goodbye and fly.

I stand tall,

I am a tree.

I stand to all,

Birds that are refugees.