A Tree that saw
Let my fleshy creases lament on nature's symphony
For a shepherds boy was lulled to sleep
Once I harbour life abound, and like a mother grieve for another.
I am the tree that saw, and sawed down for looking over life.
Bearing labours of another I do shelter, a barren farmer's wife with a stranger.
As I lie entangled in bodice, I hum on nature's orchestra.
Sometimes in life, sometimes without life.