The trees are so old
they can't remember why they are standing here.
The oak thinks that his mother carried him here
when he was very small, but he isn't quite sure.
The elm thinks she was merely adventuring
when the ivy sprang out of the ground
and bound her to this very spot.
But the ivy thinks she is the elm's twin sister
and that they are joined as the same tree.
The blackberry bush thinks he was delivered to the forest,
bundled up in a package and stamped by some all-knowing god of blackberries.
The hawthorne thinks that she is eternal and immortal
and that she has always been here
and always will be.
The aspen shivers and wishes that it wasn't so cold.
And the cuckoo bird smiles knowingly,
as if she knew something the others didn't,
where there is food to be found,
when the spring will come,
or what a seed is,
and how it looks when it floats in the breeze.