The Life of Tree
is missing a huge piece of herself--
a maple tree with lightening driven
down through the center of her trunk.
Her arms dig, her legs shoot upward,
veins spread beneath the dark earth.
Limbs and roots expand among the green
and the blue, a plentitudes of shade.
And a bearer of fruit, she is,
each leaf a child of her heart,
fought with the dignity of no regret, and
one foot grounded in front of her callused helm.