From Brenin's Book of Poetry

One day, while walking, I saw a tree.

And I stopped to wonder, can it see me?

Standing in the wind, it's branches blowing like my hair.

Pondering this moment that we seem to share.

Then, out loud, I asked a question of the tree.

It just stood in silence, as if it didn't hear me.

Maybe it couldn't answer, maybe it was strong of will.

Maybe I should have asked the tree standing on the hill.

Then the answer came to me, like lightning to my brain.

When I remembered that they said, I had gone insane.

©1995