Trees

I've always liked those trees
Who tower over London homes
Reclaiming their space in the sky
Throwing shade over brick
A dark blanket protecting us
From the midday sun.

I've always liked those trees
Who drink from underneath
Our floorboards and feet
Long wooden fingers
Prying into our foundations
Tickling us from below
Reminding concrete and brick
Whose home they have made home on top of.

I've always liked those trees
Who weep into the river
Anchored to the riverbank
By sprawling tendrils
Muddy toes clinging on
Completing the circle
Between earth and water
Reminding me
That it's ok to linger in-between.