She walks daily amongst the elders of the forest
She is called to tend their wounds
She is one of them, but human, too
She listens, she sees, she hears
And reports back what she knows
But no one really listens to her
No one really believes the truths she shares
She sheds tears for the mighty and the fallen
For the ignorance that will be the end of us all
And dreams of a someday world where trees once again rule
Where we humans believe in their worth
Very nice, Skinny. I think you’d enjoy recently posted old poems The Immortals and The Immortals II if you haven’t already read them. They’re available here:
https://theceaselessreaderwrites.wordpress.com/2018/05/10/the-immortals/
and here:
https://theceaselessreaderwrites.wordpress.com/2018/05/11/a-poem-a-challenge/
If you visit, please let me know what you think!
Denny
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