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