I could not tell you:

the smell, or

the place, or

the colour

and more often I forget:

the carvings in the bark,

the stains in the sod,

the pits in the earth

but I remember the feeling

of finally finding Home

and we may not be trees

but for now (if you’d please)

we can welcome in sunlight

through our bare canopies

and enjoy our showers

from beneath sprinklers

and extend our roots

through new ground

so that we may Grow