3 trees

3 trees,
An island in this land.
They see us all
as we go about our lives.

3 trees,
That have been here
longer than we.
For some reason separated
from all the other trees.

3 trees
see me relaxing for a moment free,
see her crying silently,
see a couple that's meant to be,
see you rush to the library.

All they can do is watch and give
shade to those who come.
They reach out their arms
but never touch the babes
taking their first steps into life
to tell them,

Slow down
look around
at what we,
the aged island of 3,
always see.