My branches, My wings by T.I.A.

I’m a red willow, an oak and a tree
Swaying, swaying in the wind
I’m any tree, any tree at all
Look at my hands, my branches, my wings
Uprooted and alone, uprooted as none hold
As none look, as none care

Freed, a bird, an angel, enclosed and forgotten
Am I to be such ignorance?
Make me bend, make me remembered
Remembered and forgotten
Forgotten and upheld in your knowing, gnawing gaze
Your eyes are promises, your branches wings
And your sway intoxicating

I’m a loss without gain; I’m never alone with my leaves
My branches, my wings
Make me eternal, make me no more,
No less, not such and not so
Not come and not go
But stay.
Yes.
Stay.