Trees

To see the world

only I knew how

for I knew of

the rainbows that talked

the snakes that walked

the trees that danced

the snow that pounced

the rain that cried

the rocks that died

in my hands

at my knees

praying, wishing, 

saying please

Things dangerous to come to

keep me alive

remove the knife 

so yelled the trees

too stabbed to bleed

too cut to fight

the all consuming night

To see behind walls

I cut the trees down

to relieve them of the pain

etched in love

the hearts were drawn

draw closer

they say

listen to the echoes

of the dead trees

they yell obscenities

for the violence they endured

the pain they've come to

in order

to find each other

alive and well

to mate

to integrate

to contemplate

and then to wait

wait 

wait

And to feel

the trees feel

some love

same love

they feel emotion

etched in their skin and they know

That is the purpose of life.