I see the dark shape of trees, 

outlined by the night sky. They look

disproportionate with their small trunk and

heavy crown. What a weight they have to

bear, the heavy crown of years sitting on

their shoulders. I smile, because it makes 

me feel like I am not alone.

At times

the weight

of the world

seems to sit

on my

shoulders

too...and

once again 

I wonder.

Who am I?

I am...