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A Tree
I talked to a tree just the other day, I was walking past and it did say,
Well, what are you?Just a traveler.
But what are you?
Why, a human, of course, you didn’t know?
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Growing Up
She used to listen to the snow and think about how beautiful the world was, how magical.
How perfect, pristine, like a flower curled in a tiny fist.
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Snow Does Something Magical
Snow does something magical, I think;
Creating a blank skate, can I start over now?
It fuels first loves, the paths criss-crossing in a storm, a blizzard that lingers in the memories.
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Loves
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Remember
Remember
Even though the world is in a giant knot
Tightening and restricting
Coiling and controlling
We still have flowers
We still have beaches
We still smile and laugh
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Who will speak at the earth’s funeral?
Even if was never
About legacy
Your memory
Cannot mean nothing
Your family
Should remember you
And admittedly
No matter what we say
This
Is true.
So whoWill speak
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pain of indifference
At the hurl of a storm, the tree collapses.
Stagnant from then on, broken. Such an easy thing to be.
In the unpredicted wind, it sways
back and forth on its trunk, tendons straining
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Nine Lives
If I had nine lives, I would spend the first one jumping from a tall mountain, the wind in my hair, and filling my lungs, the full feeling of freedom. After that, maybe I'd find peace and wouldn’t fear the mountains.
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I Notice
They don't think I notice
They don't think I notice how stingy we're becoming:
They don't think I notice the reluctance to use the propane heat.
They don't think I notice how cold it is when I crawl out of bed every morning.
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My Faith
I’ve never been religious much —
My Faith is in the trees.
The sort of Lord I worship flies among the Bumblebees.
And my idea of Heaven is buried ‘neath Her leaves —