I'd Like to be a Tree

She is as blue as the sky—
Bluer—
So blue it burns.
Up there is where she belongs
Up high in all that blue.
It's all her.

I don't know why
She stays down here
With me.
I don't think I ever will.

I don't know how to thank her either
The closest I've come
Is naming a bluebird after her
Who isn't as blue,
But is quick
And loves to perch on my back
To listen to me sing.