I saw a tree grow once. It was beautiful. But I didn’t like it, because it grew so tall, and left me behind.
I saw leaves grow on a tree once. They were beautiful. But I didn’t like them, because they were so high, far too high for me to reach.
I saw a nest in a tree once. It was beautiful. But I didn’t like it, because it was so small, far too small for me.
I saw leaves die on a tree once. They were beautiful. And I liked them, because they fell, and because they were dead.
(1999)
