Walnut Tree

 

Sara Zaccarelli

 

There are children running end to end.

What a great day it is to live.

I'm tall and as solid as a rock.

My arms reach out to hug the sky.

My roots grow deep.

You couldn't move me if you tried.

Shades of green glisten off the running water.

"SPLASH" my bark is damp,

If only I had a heat lamp.

It's growing colder now.

My leaves are draining their color.

One by one, the ground grows taller.

Someone tell the caller,

The children don't come anymore.

They're at home, safe and warm,

Ice water feeds through my roots.

I wish they made me rain boots.