Random Poems

The trees shed their leaves in the Fall

This is why they call it Fall

Their roots spread and connect, dig deeper into the earths flesh

Towards the sun, they grow tall.

I am not a tree

I cannot shed my leaves

I cannot spread my roots

I do not grow tall towards the sun

I am human

I wear an invisible armor of emotions and wield words as weapons

I leave traces of my existence in each place I live, with each person I meet

I stand proud at my height, five feet from the ground and bask in the sunlight through the trees above me.