A Tree Rant

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It should be a law:

     No cutting of trees, please.

     No desecration of life-green foliage and climbing limb.

     No mauling of shade-makers and wind-shakers.

     No abuse of fruit-bearers and dream-catchers.

There should be a law:

     No buzzing.

     No chopping and chipping.

     No axing of sap-runners and dirt-catchers.

Soil-gripper, life-framer.

Back-leaner, air-cleaner.

A hider of seekers,

Guardian, sentinel, standing at attention.

I am not a tree hugger per se, but there is a certain sadness to see

oxygen-givers and long-livers

hacked down for who knows what.

Plant a tree, not a parking lot!

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(Upon the “murder” of two beautiful trees!) 

Letting Go

 

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It’s like déjà-done this kind of thing—walked this path before, spouted this script before, destined to repeat over again

attachments and letting go,

hoping and hurting,

again and again,

pushing my rock to the crest only for it to slide back.

Is this punishment for choices made or just the way of things in this place?

Perhaps it’s just part of the deal, so we keep going,

keep trying,

trying to find our way out.

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