And let me just say
that if the trees were to fall from the sky 
and land standing up
rooted into the earth, 
it would lack the beauty that took time to grow from 
a seed 
to a 
sprout 
to the gargantuan tree that could 
kill you and me. 

So can I just say, 
the beauty 
to me 
isn’t what it is to 
the ones looking in.
Because to me, it means so much more than just the strong healthy green tree. 
To me, the cycle of life within that being, 
that breathes its buds to life,
that blooms its leaves into lust,
that loses its leaflets to colors,
that’s what it is to me.

It’s more than just the end that matters.
It was every step in 
between. 

I refuse to look at a tree, 
and never acknowledge all of its days before.  
I refuse to look at you 
and simplify you.