Is tree is tree

Translucent green, light

sways and whispers

of the beeches growing wings

Listen! Listen closely

to the silent subtle celebration

and excitement 

of a new born leaf

“one day I´ll be stronger

with lusher, darker greens

One day I´ll be protector

a roof to this our ground”

and oh yes! 

How the wings grew strong

And how the melodies they sang

They changed to darker 

deeper tones

until one day 

they rattled and rustled

as the time had come 

for yet another transformation

their melodies went silent

dissolved into the ground 

to become

to become

and yet there is the tree, the tree

who could ever know it, truly

and this world this world

is tree is tree

…because poems want to be read out loud