somewhere, deep in the forest, lived

a little blue tree.

he was not like
the evergreens,
not like
the redwoods,
not like
the others;

a little blue tree.

rarely did he feel
the sun directly
on his leaves; branches; trunk.
rarely did he feel the rainwater
singing in his roots.
never would he,

a little blue tree,

pierce
the dark canopy above.
he would be,
for all his brief time,
hidden beneath
the elegant tyranny
of the ancient redwoods,
forever nothing;

a little blue tree.