Ours is a campus distracting, 
downright manic in its care. Counselors,
specialists & advisors lining
its expensive halls. Every student an honors
student. So the manicured 
lawns & catalogued trees fit.
One tree so young no bird
could find room to nest in it.
One tree in a line of dozens
not yet tagged but firmly roped
to the ground, a blue ribbon
low on its wrist-thick trunk. Hope
springs eternal for small things.
Listen for its wind-tousled rustlings.