Poetry: The Trees Talk

The trees talk.

They whisper hellos and goodbyes as I walk through the forests of Gaea

They talk of the old days.

Days long ago where everything was lush and green

Days where people respected the animals and the trees

When rituals of thanks were made to the Deities of the day and the night

They talk of the times long past

When men walked the earth or rode horses across the land

They talk about a time before mechanical transportation

When men and women knew how to live, love and laugh

A time before steam rose to power

They talk of the rise of steam

Where everyone wanted things faster

Where machine replaced people

And life started getting a little bit harder.

The talk about the wars of the world

Where violence and inequality reign supreme

Where brothers fought and people lost

And life was a little more desperate

They talk about the age of computers

Where machines are worshiped and Deities are slandered

Where the world is smaller than ever

But no one knows their neighbors

They talk about history

And cry for the future

The trees know that we are

Destroying ourselves on day at a time.

 

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