A Tree Too Tired

The tired tree
stretches out her arms, reaching for the sun.
She stands stiff like this.
Her feet are on the ground.
Stiff as she is like this
A simple wind can sway
The stiffness away to another day
Her might shelters her friends, the birds.
She is so strong that some find it absurd

That the simplest sound of the saw,
The evil crackle of fire.
She cannot run from them
The tree, resting in the soil,
Is too tired.

And back into the ground she retires.