Talking Trees

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The trees spoke to me.

The ancestors

spoke to me. They said

settler folks have no claim

to the land.

None whatsoever.

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Blood that had been spilled,

both yours and mine.

Nourish a land filled with

hate and horrors.

There is no place for idle


while amnesty for

people who chose sides.

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Wombs of life become

wounds of strife.

Both you and I, know

too much rife.

Yet, no one sees, certainly

not those with

useless eyes.

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The trees bend to me.

They bend, for me.

Long branches caress

each other as,

roots beneath bury deep under

stretch far and wide.

Much like our

World Wide Web.

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Trees speak to each other.

I can sense that they

like us, have priorities.

Yet, their kindness feels

gentler, a more forgiving spirit.

Civil wars endure the gravest

losses. The tress,

they bear witness.

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The trees, spoke to me.

The trees spoke, to me.

The trees spoke to me.




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Emerging poet & writer finding her way in her world of words and feelings. Tweets @lishen_sim

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