the trees and i

Gentle creatures, the trees
With their long delicate branches
And paper thin
Leaves
They wave their fingertips in
The breeze
And when it rains
They feel
The crying right down to their roots.
Who else can hold
All the wildest winds in their arms?
Strong creatures, the trees.
I saw

A plane fly overhead once
Its steely grin came through the dancing
Branches
To where I was laying
Underneath

And the tree winced.
I winced
As the knowledge of pollution
And world corruption
And war zones
Shot through by body
And I felt it in my roots-
The trees tears,
Its sorrows

At the earth’s demise.
We both lay watching.

Once
I felt the strength of my own heart
Standing open
Like a tall tree

Held up by the earth
Of another soul who saw
Me

[for alex]

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