Exhausted
Imagine how hard it was for the tree to grow
And think of how ugly we find its barren branches in cold
After a lifetime of patient tugging and stretching
out towards the sun,
we insult the tree just because it needed a moment to rest.
Its leaves may have been dead and fallen gracefully
To our earth, but think of how much it took for it to sprout
Break out of tiny seed and embed itself into the ground
digging and clawing
finding its way through a hardened earth
and we insult it for wanting to rest.
Imagine that tree trying its damnedest to be free
Lifting its hands up in praise and constantly being
A home for rodents and birds who drilled holes inside,
and how it was happy to oblige. How it
carried the weight of those leaves on those branches
and shook them off to rest
And we had the gaul to insult it
When it was the most beautiful God of all.
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