The Tree

When I was young, I let it in
There is a tree beneath my skin
Lonely sapling, gentle seed
Fragile lattice bearing greed
So it grew from head to toe
And I wear it where I go

Or it wears me
There is a tree

Note the branches in my arms
The sturdy trunk; but flow’ring charms
Are in my eyes - they show the green -
The growth has proven rather keen
I ate it up, so it eats me
Now how I starve to see the tree

Inside the box, the tree remains
It waits to join the earth again