The naming of names
I do not know the names of trees writhing out from the earth to claim the sun.
But this tree I know with its gnarled trunk and boughs has given me my name.
The wind knows too as it rushes by. Tree and wind share it in a sigh.
My name is known to none but these three: the tree, the wind, and me.
Yes, I know it rhymes in places, but that's how I like it.
No real reason to post this, but I was reading something that made me think about death, which in turn, makes me think about life, which makes me think about poetry.
