Invisible Trees

The birch bark blows in the wind,
white with golden undertones,
like a flag declaring independence
from a winter survived,

Perched as it is,
on the side of a highway,
just another tree among many,
passed by each day by travelers

on their own journey.
It is hardly noticed.
But the beauty is no less
for it’s invisibility.

About this poem

This poem has nothing to do with trees. It has everything to do with the people almost in our lives, and what we see, and what we don’t.

But it works for trees too.

Tom