the wounded tree



The electric energy from the clouds was not what killed my soul


Twas the sword of man with much noise as he sawed me through


My heart cried out with great sadness

The birds swirled round in circles tending my wake

The ground heaved with the collective heartache

The child sat silently under my withering branches


We all knew wounds that were far too deep


When the ignorant destruction of man 

weilded ungraceful yet tragic gashes

caring only for his insignificant wins


Shall that my roots buried deep yet green

Arise from the nurturing earth once again

When this fine land is rid

Of the treachery and narcissism

of man



Author: kateylb

Life is too short and I have already been here too long. This process of being IN LOVE with LOVE Has been worth the life lived.

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