Testimony of a Tree

Testimony of a Tree

Without trees, we are airless ants, crawling along a vast plain; endless light, and now shadow.

Featuring:

A tree,

Life,

Death,

And, regrettably, people.

Lastly, this is dedicated to my teacher, Kit. Kit, you have the right idea, and I hope that someday there are more people like you.

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Thick roots delve into barren earth,

Curling around ages of stone,

Pulling in the rain, quenching

Primal thirsts engraved by the simplicity

Of being.

Pushing up, reaching to the clouds,

To the sky like the birds do.

Weathered, scarred trunk,

A testament of life and trials,

Of being.

The farthest of the external twigs,

Excite with even the suggestion

Of a pale blue, translucent zephyr,

To wash around the new buds

Of being.

Torn earth erupts in jagged brown mountains,

Grinding steel reaches into the trees,

Tearing out the sap like marrow from bones,

Lumber! We cry! Lumber for houses and buildings and fires!

Collecting, the noise pools to fill the breeze,

Carried of to other places, evidence,

Of other, ignorant beings