Maple’s Soliloquy
By Alyssa Phifer
Photo by Pexel Stock Images
My branches nearly brush her windowsill
She sleeps inside so sweetly ’til the sun
Shines through my leaves, warm green glows soft into
Her dreams, her waking moments intertwined
With mine—though I do not know how to sleep
Or wake—I wonder what this might be like
To lay my body down, to rest beneath
The shade of someone else’s outstretched arms
I stand still, tall and strong—my roots reach down,
Dig deep to raise me higher than before
I stand, I grow—she sleeps, she dreams and wakes
To see her limbs seem longer, running out
To share her dream with me—together, we
Will climb until one day we meet the sky.
