I'm A Tree Grounded On The Floor

Growing naked by the end of Fall,

I’m a tree grounded on the floor,

Fancy thoughts spring

with autumn rain on my chin,

I dream of flying

while birds have gone hiding,

I sneeze

when snowflakes descend beneath,

My body shakes

If someone scratch my legs with rakes,

…

I’m slowly aging

and my confidence is fading,

Just as I’m about to quit,

A girl with blue hair starts to change my fate,

She doesn’t mind that I’m bare,

I cannot talk, but she does not care.

She hops on me,

and starts to do things to make me happy.

I feel handsome

with my blue angel in my arm,

She reads to me day and night,

In her words I travel worldwide,

My eyes begin to glow

as passions in between grow,

I have become a magical tree

Even since she has come to stay.

Short Story Slam Week 13