For the Love of the Trees

November 17, 2011
By Hypnotic BRONZE, Ontario, Other
Hypnotic BRONZE, Ontario, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great. - Mark Twain

Look at what they bear, the
trees that bare their needs;
stare at their seeds and see
what they have grown to be:
Fruits now rotten and their bark is still
rotting - the rainclouds
are now spotting from high
thereby blotting out the sky.
Branches try to rightfully write
with the ink of sunlight
yet to their own fright they write
on the might of our disgusting blight.
And now the tree can no longer see
the morning dove that shone so bright.
In that sense we are the rainclouds that shroud in multiple crowds.
yet we are screaming too loud.
Even more,
we are screaming not for a peace score,
yet at the ugly eye sore –
and so we bore through the core,
until we call that too a chore: "what a bore!"
Ask ourselves what for?
Ask ourselves to explore when the bare tree
was once a thing to adore before:
when we were humane animals.
Now we are like cannibals
screaming timber
destroying trees is indeed a form of cannibalism –
rerouting the food chain into a new prism
- we caged ourselves in our own prison
in the process thereof. Now the
tree can no longer see
the white resplendent dove;
so the bare tree bares its only need of

The author's comments:
This 'poetic spit' was written while looking at the post-autumn trees succumbing to just the beginning of what would become a harsh winter - Canadian style. I was in the library at the University of Toronto looking out through the sleek glass windows - big enough to serve as a wall - observing these dying trees. In front of them were construction workers labouring away, using heavy machinery to help with their task. With the construction workers in the foreground - their backs towards the seemingly feeble trees in the background - it painted a poetic scene of ignorance and neglect; I asked myself - seasons aside - if a tree, symbolizing that which lives, was dying, how many of us would turn our backs? Love is good for your health, so spread the word and the feeling!

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