Come Away

Come away and see—with me a lonely tree

Standing firm, where some might say an undesirable place

To be. Preserved by two sediments between two dead limbs

Reaching for something left behind longingly.

Come away and see—its infancy, alive with vigor, growing

The only greenery, thriving in an irremediable refuge,

Planted there by tyrant clouds to eclipse for amusement, an unclaimed bet

How long can the dark spot be deprived til’ it lays down to dry? Seemingly.

Come away with me—one thousand eight hundred sixty-five feet

Above where we used to be. Five feet pass the precarious trail; not a deterrent,

Seven more feet to admire the unrelenting tree.

Come away and be— above the clouds with me

Freedom in our restored liberty

Beyond where trees have been to see.