I see you pass
on the trail where I live
and I smile
I recognize you
since you visit often
I say hello
you turn
as if you hear my
unspoken words
you are
one of the few
who can actually hear me
when you stop to
take pictures of me
I feel appreciated
when you sit nearby
to sketch me
I feel shy
when you quietly
talk to me
I feel honored
when you gently
paint me
I feel extraordinary
when you reflect and
write poems about me
you give me a voice
when you lay your hand
upon my bark
I feel true joy
when you
say goodbye, for now
I feel it to my roots
although I stay
I walk with you
along your path
tucked away
in your memories
of this day
