For the Love of Trees (MS)
For the love of trees for the love of God chopped down life then no life leaves scattered, blood on the soil For the love of one another for the love of God children cut down no growth roots scarcely stretched and yet those old folk remembering past wars survivors thrivers those old oaks at Chatelherault wise? Maybe just indifferent breathing in and out, Zen priests indifferent yes different from us blind to longing blind to belonging they who see so clearly have no need of hope