The Tree

Deep grooves define my complicated texture
As many run by, block by block
There is enough room
For cities to dwell
Within the grooves that define my texture

The intricate lines
Between space and time
Create artistry
Of the most sublime

The cracks and the caves
That wither away
As seasons pass by
It shows on my face

My hair starts to fade in colour and shape
And fall to the ground to be blown away
Then spring comes again
I feel so brand new

And as I take my first breath
I breathe life into you.