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




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