sturdy trees

Sturdy trees with your heavy branches

you’re still in roaring chill winds

you’re untouched when grubby children push their feets on your trunk

climbing, falling and laughing on you


On the other side of the world

the branches are lighter

they sway and shiver in esctatic dances

they lower their heads so that children can take elephant rides on their backs


Is it the chillness in the air

or is it the years you spent reaching for your own spots of sunlight

that made you

so sure

so unmalleable

so immovable