If Tree

If I were a tree
How would I sense
Time’s passage and
I think it would be starting
Each year in May since as a
Nut I would have lain under a
Cover of dead leaves all the long
Winter sending down roots waiting
For Spring to send up my first single
Tendril seeking sunlight then all out
To spread leaves for my first year
Of life with hundreds of future
Years possible each starting
In May and ending each
Muddy April as trees
Are sentient beings
Whose movements
Are too slow for us
See so I wonder if
A tree has some
Woody sort of
Heart or may
Be our own
Hearts of
Oak are
Enough
For a
Tree
Nut.