A Poem

        if my soul could be seen it would look like a tree,
       with a long slender trunk and small shining green leaves,
        the bark, white as milk, is just like my skin,
        tender and fair but with strong growth within.
        the dark colored knots that peek as from a face,
        show beneath the first layer, there's wisdom and grace,
        the butterfly leaves, trembling in the wind,
        sing a song of a story about to begin,
        and so, like the birch tree I'll reach up to the sky,
        and show the world poetry is what I live by.