The forgiveness of the tree
I look up through your branches
trying to see how many shades of green you have
- but I can't
Your colors draw me to you
because you are so beautiful and secure
- yet so painfully vulnerable
It takes twenty seconds to fell you
the sigh that goes through the forest when you fall says
- whose turn is it now?
Your growth rings tell how old you are
and your proud crown lies back and rots
- I need you to warm me up, can you understand that?
I don't think you do,
because I am not good to you
why is it okay to take ten - and not thousands
- I only take what I need
I just want to get warm
and have a house to live in
I go in search of my roots
roots are all you have left
should I laugh or cry about this?
This search has become so exciting
for those of us who chop today.
Berit Haga
2003 / 2023
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