Pity not the trees
Standing, stranded it seems
caught in soil
tossed down by wind,
or bird dropping.
Roots must be deep or wide
anything else
invites one to die
or fall
and become mushroom food.
Still, Pity not the Trees
Rooted they are,
they hold the world,
all come to them
for they have no need
to leave.
Their own foliage
springs away and carry on
indeed they send message
and songs unheard
by dull ears.
Pity not the Tree
but the stupid human who peed
upon the truck, thinking nothing
for while the Tree got wet
someday that human's corpses
Will feed its seed.
They will see stars paths
that we only glimpse at
seasons changed from the world's wrath
while we speed by blind
thing important things
that are not
Tree shed their air
so we can breath
they need us not
for we are more like weeds
Pity is never for trees
Only for those, who can not
Be.
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