I Could Be A Tree!

Perhaps in another world

I could be a tree!

And every time I open my mouth

You’d see a part of me

 

Reaching and arching toward the skies

with leaves of purest green

As roots and rabbits dig deep down

inside my mouth to dream.

 

Of fair weather days with chattering birds

having tea on each branch in bloom

We’ll stop for now, for my mouth is scaring me

As I now find I have no more cabooming room.

 

March 3, 2017 Meldrum poetry
Prompt: Shel Silverstein dares swallowing a
goldish fish come back as a tree