The Beginning of an Australian Pine at Sanibel

THE BEGINNING OF AN AUSTRALIAN PINE AT SANIBEL

Small tree,
Not as high as the length of my hand,
Tiny Australian pine,
Called by the ecologists an alien and weed,
But I love you, tiny Australian pine.
I'm not unique,
The only one of my kind,
Australian pine,
And I know if I can love you so much,
Others also can love you.
I've benefited so much from loving you,
And I know,
I not unique,
So others can benefited from loving you.
Now, helicopters come down to tie ribbons
around the bark of the older pines,
a signal that these aliens and weeds
must be cut down.
But I sit here, filled with love,
Feel inside my arms the spread
of your future growth.
I sit here and become your greenness.
I am not unique,
If I can love you
And become loved by you,
Others can do the same.
I love you, tiny Australian pine.


Duane Locke

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