To Be in a Tree
There’s nothing in the world to fear
When you’re sat in the crook of a tree.
The future and past are meeting right here;
The present is resting in me.
Above you, protection, below you, support,
When you’re sat in the crook of a tree.
It’s time to forget every could, every ought,
Sit back, take a breath, simply be.
When you’re sat in the crook of a tree.
The future and past are meeting right here;
The present is resting in me.
Above you, protection, below you, support,
When you’re sat in the crook of a tree.
It’s time to forget every could, every ought,
Sit back, take a breath, simply be.
This poem is copyright (©) Jodie Houghton 2026
About the Writer
Jodie Houghton
Jodie has been an Editor of science journals for over 19 years, but has been writing for even longer. She has won or been listed in international short-story, picture-book, lyrics and microfiction competitions, has had a play on climate change performed in Camden, and has had a poem published in Tyger Tyger Magazine. She loves nature, books and charity shops.
