A Tree Someday

The tree that should have been.
There is an emptiness
where it doesn’t grow.
A seed, with some sun and rain
might grow there, unattended.
Yes, I will do that.
Nudge a seed there
and promise to return.
But there will be an emptiness
when I do,
and someone might say,
there should be a poet here
for this tree.
So beautiful where it is,
standing by itself,
dawn and dusk on every side.
Straight as a candle.
A flame in autumn.
Scarlet as the sun setting.
Scarlet as the sunrise.
That will be enough for me,
another poem for earth.