What If I Was A Tree

Spinning around in the rays of the sun when they turburlently fall over me.
Rooted to the bonds of the ground, referred to as mighty;
I have seen what is not told between the words,
I have been planted following a group of methods.

Sheltering the human mankind for decades, I have been plucked from my ends,
A group of ammigos follow the world by its trends,
Sowed from the map of mountains to the waves of the valleys,
I become the soul of all the sailing journeys.

My shadows are scattered and my lifespan is estimated,
Witnessing the humans talking to me when isolated,
I bring back a memory to life,
And a grave to the loss of life.


©poetryconquers