
O let me peel the bark back
and see what lies beneath:
an army of ant soldiers
marching west to east,
or termites burrowing deep
toward the centre of the rings,
or woodlice doing what woodlice do—
some mysterious thing.
O let me take a little look,
I promise I won’t break it.
I just want a tiny peek
to see all the tree’s secrets.
The bark is hard and rough,
I like the way it feels—
but I don’t think I like it more
than mud under my heels.
I love this Mel, thank you. My favourite line was, 'or woodlice doing what woodlice do—' perfectly describes how it feels to find a woodlouse!
love it!
Delightful 🥰