Hey Lou Writes

The Grey Matters



By Melinda Williams

I’ve heard it called

the birds and the bees

But I say no,

it’s the birds and the trees

After all, I don’t need a flower

I need a root

Roots grow deep, but only at home

A new one only gets pulled up by the wind

You think the new is better somehow

But old ones make the best of friends

Grow under me, through me

Remind me how it was

For now I’m a tree

and all I have left

Is nature and all of its laws

You give me water

all my life

I’m firmly in my place

Keep me, hold me & forgive me

Every time I think I need space

Tell Lou What YOU Think!