Sarah Ramsey
My eyes fell upon him as sunlight through leaves,
As the night wanes into the morning glow.
Soft spoken with kindness, wind shakes and weaves,
Of sleeping leaves—passing through with hello.
¿Tú miras? The trees remain—they belong
Here with us, and so do you, a Árbol.
Your power is your roots grasping so strong,
Your branches reaching the skies, a Árbol.
Rooted and unphased, yet my sky dances
Away from him. I see his smile’s warmth,
When my sun is aligned in his branches—
Until the Earth moves and pulls me due north.