On bad days
They will let you stop.
Let you lean back against them,
Or lose yourself up in their reaching branches.
They will shelter and shade.
They grow so slowly that you can’t resent
Their development, but can be reminded
That the days will pass, they will pass.
On better days
They will let you soar,
Let you lean into life,
Run through them, swing from them, sing at them,
Breathe them in, breathe in them.
They disappear so quickly, we mustn’t consent
To their destruction, so be reminded
That the days will pass, they will pass