How couldst thou but know me
When thou only gazed upon my skin
And not the rampant world I hide,
That is growing deep within.
Thou haven’t heard the creaking of my ribs
Behind each plaited vine.
Or bathed beneath the deluge
That showers down my spine
Thou’ve not been here for long enough
To watch a new life start
Or find the pillaged ruins
Lying just within my heart.
Thou haven’t climbed the branches
Which are wrapped around each lung.
Swaying rapidly with the breezes
That come dancing past my tongue
Do not blemish me with your footprints
If you plan to leave me soon
And only wish to know me.
When my trees are all in bloom
Because the songs might be pretty
But it is not for you they sing.
And if thou might have thought my winter is too cold
You don’t deserve my spring