The tree

As I carve the beginning letters of our names

I wonder if carving in this tree hurt it

Does it hurt this tree

Does it make it feel loved

Does this tree like the carvings

The carvings everyone puts on its bark

Does every time sap come out

Is it like it’s losing blood like humans do

As the sap runs down the trees bark

I feel I am hurt it

It may be just a tree

But it’s alive like me so it hurts too