It was only a lonely poem.

It didn't deserve a tune.

It didn't want one anyway.

It had something to say 

That was musical in its own right,

"Don't despise small beginnings."

The poem wasn't lonely.

It wasn't a poem at all.

It was a seed in a garden

Of a bush that grew up tall,

And it made a shade for the birdnests,

And happy birds came to live

All along its branches.

And did the tree give more seeds!

A forest of equals

Grew up around her,

And leaves fluttered green and new,

And kept her laughing and sacred,

As only poems and trees can do.

-jenn