My Tree

The brown chocolate dust
and the dark kale leaves
the arms and the legs
growing out of its body
it’s like mini umbrellas
protecting me,
from the pouring rain.
it’s like hair on a cactus.

What about the red roses
swirling on top of the vine
and the lavender?

I think you’re forgetting
about the apple trees
with the juicy maroon apples.

And that is what my tree
can be.