The Tree


You are dying.

Your branches wilted,
no longer extend for help.
They twist downward.
You droop, hopeless and

Your leaves have fallen.
No one protects
I hug you to give you warmth,
but the wind goes
Through you,

You’re no longer apart of this world
not yet apart of another

I kiss you to breathe
In life.

But I can’t
I felt,

I felt no life inside of you
just as you felt no life inside of me.


Hey, I’m Cara M. DeJesus but people call me Oko. I’m from Long Island, New York, but currently attend SUNY Geneseo. I’m a freshman psychology major. I have a deep rooted passion for water, but mostly sharks.