Number 1
Is it a picture
Or a story?
Memories from the past
Or promise for the future?
Black and white because
The details have faded
Or not yet witnessed?
An empty bench because
We’ve already left
Or not yet reunited?
The trees stand strong
Anchored to the ground
The same in Georgia
As Oregon.
Number 2
The bench stands empty
Because we are both not there.
Yet it waits patiently
Like the trees surrounding
From which it was made
For us to return once again.
Number 3
The birds are quiet
The wind is still
The bench stands empty
The color faded
Yet if we go within
All is well
Number 4
Like a tree
We start from a seed
Take root into who we are
We grow
We bloom
Then what?
We can crumble to the ground
And fill with decay
Or we can find another purpose
No longer ‘just’ a tree
But something much more
[Picture credit: Chris Graves]