"Come " said a fat bumblebee
"Come follow me to this oak tree."
I followed as off he buzzed
for no other reason than because
this tree also called my name.
A strong trunk supported sturdy
branches long and burly.
Two squirrels used it as a gym
entertaining both me and them
during a light spring rain.
This tree called to my very soul,
making me feel both young and old.
It spoke to me of a different time,
one before words and rhyme,
when he and I were but the same.
I followed a fat bumblebee
and found myself in a tree.