When I think of that day
Tears well up in me
I try not to
But I weep.
How did I wrong you,
I ask.
Why did you do it,
I prod.
Did you not think,
For even a moment, how
I would feel.
The task wasn’t easy,
Even for you,
Oh Mighty Man!
It took great effort.
Days went by when
Pieces of me you tore down.
Had’t you heard of
Mercy? Were you not
Capable of some?
Why did you have to
Pull me down the way you did.
Bit by bit,
Branch by branch,
One portion after another.
I did put up a fight,
Or so you must have thought;
I didn’t really mean to
It was just nature,
For I had lived
A life so long
you could never imagine.
Many summers I have seen
many an autumn too.
Winters I have won over,
Awaiting the promise
of a vibrant new spring.
Sadly, all that you will
Neither know nor comprehend.
With every strike of the axe,
I bled, I ached.
Every stab denuded me
Of my arms, my limbs
I cannot forget even one cut,
One blow. You attempted to
Suck out my life. And you did so.
But my soul lives on.
My spirit you couldn’t even touch,
Oh Mighty Man!
My roots run deep,
Deeper than you think.
You may have
finished me for now,
but I will grow back
‘tis nature. Decades will
Sweep by until I gain
My erstwhile stature.
Do not stop me then
Or Gaia’s wrath you will face.
Not every time will mother nature
Shower her blessings.
Her rage will destroy you.
I pray, shun me not
From the planet earth,
Take heed for I give you life
Value me for what I am
‘cause I am more than just
A mere tree.
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