Eternally standing there
Watching us while you just Exist.
Your highest foliage stretching above us.
We rest on your never ending reality branches
And listen to the holy symphony or the sparkling birds.
Your roots running below us in an ever exquisite thirst for life.
 

Little Monkey

Blinking this furred baby looks up at me
I smile, being careful not to show my teeth.
A diminutive leathery hand slips into mine,
As a fuzzy tail wraps round my bare arm.
Two startled eyes set deep in a wrinkled face.
The wrinkles a sign of age in both our worlds,
The only difference being that in his it is youth.
To him I must be terrifying, a huge hairless giant,
Yet I am gentle, as he is a tiny, silent, orphaned babe.
Cautiously he plucks at my deep blue shirt, playing
With the folds and ripples which his fingers make.
In the stillness of the dusk, his hairless ears
Stand out against his downy chocolate fur.
I will miss him when he grows, my companion.
He will become adult, lead his free life,
Mate and have babies of his own.
Again I smile, but this time with a hint
Of melancholy, as I watch him tangle my laces.