i am your cherry tree

i am your cherry tree;
you chop me down and you do not lie.
i crash to the orchard floor;
crash, but rather softly brush my limbs
against the cool virginia soil.
and you sit among them,
and you contemplate.

i bring the meaning of truth full circle.
can i bring your quiet tongue
into the depth that is my fall?
yet perhaps this middling wind,
this meddling breeze, she whispers
and you let yourself be overtaken.
you clutch at my branches
before proudly striding away;
you stand tall for your father.

i was your cherry tree
before my roots were torn
and my face was brought
into the earth.

and you stand tall for your father.