There’s a poem in your pocket
and a novel in your chest
with the plot lines weaved in silver
threaded through your thorny vest.
Your roots are well established
and your bark protects your core
but there’s intrigue in your trunk;
your rings now tell us more.
Revealing your beleaguered story
litters lines of dog-eared leaves.
Nonchalant nomads nimble
on the nuances of the breeze.
Story Arc is written by Ms Moem.
This is a poem for national poetry month (US).