# This Old Tree

Author: Mike Devrinski
Tags: Clean, Coming Out, Contemporary, Couple, Garden, Gay, Love, M/M, Male, No-Yiff, Poem, Relationships

A little something that I wrote during a writing block. I was going to get into the seasonal spirit, but that derailed quite quickly as you can see.

I saw it for the first time when I set my paws in our yard  
Still as if dead yet so alive and green  
I tip toed over to it and introduced myself,  
"Hello, I'm Max, what's your name?"  
  
If it could give an answer  
this old thing certainly didn't choose  
but I sat under it and waited and waited,  
as if I believed the world could speak out  
in the tongues of our kind,  
in intricate sounds and syllables.  
  
Days passed before I realised  
just how well a climber I was  
One paw at a time, I crept into its depths.  
Perched high from above, I felt as though  
I had conquered gravity itself  
even as I fell to the earth.  
  
Years pass, yet I sit under this old tree still  
Never uttering a word, yet always willing to listen  
My thoughts, My problems, My world.  
It never judged me, or so it never chose to  
even while confessing to it a truth  
that the world so chose to hate.  
  
This old tree was witness  
when my parents moved in all those years ago  
when I grew up from cub to adult  
Little did I know that it would too become witness  
when I pulled a ring out hidden from my pocket  
and proposed to another guy.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/rn6KxNG1