Talking Trees

“Pleased to meet you” said the tree

now fire burns it’s memory

and lumber jacks are back for more

but trees don’t worry whats in store.

A battle-hardened old tree sways,

“It’s been like this for all my days

so grow my child and touch the sky

and don’t you cry when others die

they live on through both you and me

as we’ll live through the centuries

as younger trees give us a chance

that we’ll survive this fire dance

that has long burned our family trees

relax my dear, enjoy the breeze”

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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