Stumps cut down in their youth
line the ditch. Roots full of life
with a
reach wider
than
their whacked-off crowns
cut off at the knees
(can you feel it?)
now
have nothing to feed.
The
parked bulldozer
(can you smell it?)
with
its claws in the dirt
is poised to make smooth
the way
of man.
But
wait.
(look closely)
Saplings
spring stubbornly
from stumps left alone.
The tree remembers.
Written for What's Going On Blog which challenges us this week to see both the dark and light in a world abounding with both and find a balance. Showing, somehow, the beauty and hope in a world that often feels dismal and divisive; with highlights to poems by Mary Oliver and Deena Metzger who do this all the time in their amazing poetry.