The Old Cedar Tree

It is cool and dark down here

Snuggled tightly deep underground

Wound around the roots of an old cedar tree

I would dig myself out for all to see

There would be no solitude quiet or safety

So here I stay secure in the grasp of this old tree

No one here to haunt me no one here to taunt me

The years roll by here I lie rotting away day by day

As the tree grows taller the less there is of me

All you’ll find should search for me, is bones

There may still be worms lovingly eating me

But that is the way it is supposed to be

If you want the cool and dark

I invite you down underground

I will wait to help you see

It’s not so bad being part of the tree

So come along with the worms and me

©Saroya Poirier   June 17, 2012