cut down before its time,
the tree behind my house shriveled dry
from lightning, not age.
(sun and rain breathe life to
all creatures in the forest, but then
fire won't discriminate, either.)
watch closely, all slender saplings
waiting to reach the sky:
unroughened hands must take and build,
and youthful feet must run
while blood still animates your bones.
your face may wash stone-cold
before the skin has time to sag.