Now We Are Trees

Let’s not be self-conscious,
You and I are only trees
In the woods and in the street.
The real people love us.

Yes, we may be out-of-shape,
“As a tree grows, so shall it fall.”
But let me look at you, stand tall.
You are my noontime shade.


Photo: Woodland path, public bridleway, Sudbury Hill

Author: Stephen Moran

I was born in Dublin and made my way to London on a bike in my mid-twenties. It’s where I can still be found though ever further out, most recently as far as Harrow. I no longer own a bicycle.