Close your ears
it is said
Trees are our historians
healers of air
soil saviors
droplets from dew
taste refined
when these knights
bring
ever questing
lulling laughter
fair haired ones
overlooking
caring infant
non conflicting sentient ones
restoring planetary wisdom
I looked from my window
gleaming glances
reciting sleep
from virginal winds
they weep
“will you validate us again? ”
will you wait until we
will be wearing our oxygen masks?
crowning them kings and queens
in the end we are just the same
we are you
and me
now
I ask you
when will
trees
finally be set free?
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