Nico Hartnett
I think I was a lonely child.
I made friends with the smiling trees in my yard,
and as far as I could see
every branch my hands could reach
might lift me up to safety in its arms
I'm told i've grown to be hard to please-
I'm older now,
enough to know that the harder
I love
the slower,
the slower I breathe.
Still,
every man who finds me pays no mind
to the past behind me-
to the scars on my elbows and knees.
As for knowing if i'm hard to please:
I dare any man to ask the smiling trees,
for if I found a soul to hold me like those branches
and to touch me like those leaves-
Oh if I knew
that the older I grew
the more I'd miss the gentle love
that comes from knowing nothing of
the very thing
itself.
A Note From The Creator: I guess I just like trees more than men.