Insatiably Fair

Insatiable faith is soothing,
As you’re centered to blossoming
Your beliefs into trees whose rooting

Needs are coupled with everything
That’s embued with strength, and holding
Knowledge, that’s irrefutably humbling.

The older the trees, cedar, pine, birch,
Western red cedar, white spruce, red oak, all filtch
Your vision with their hued colors, that stitch

Your heart into nature’s aesthetic
That winds, like the live roots, in bucolic
Wonder, as you’re rooted in awe of the beatific.

These trees, lungs of the earth, tremble
And fall when cut, to make room for buildable
Cities for humanity’s life, that’s indomitable.

As man disembows the earth of air,
He’s also on a journey of self-destruction that’s pair
With his faith, nature, ancestry, and a flair
For annihilation of all that’s fair.


The Cedar Is Me

I look upon the four hundred year old Cedar tree
That has survived such chaos, death,  decimation
Of great forests of pine trees by invaders who ‘free’
It of its natural resources, life, and vegetation.
Encased in the trunk of the ancient tree, the world
Is small, burning hot under the summer sun, flashing
Its heat and brilliance to help everything grow into a postcard
That’s photoshopped into being breathtaking
In its organized life, only disturbed by humans barking
Out order for dissolving the inner and outer beauty of its solitude.

Slipping out of the of the cedar tree, I take my human form
And gaze astounded on my reflection: wrinkled skin,
Darkened splotches, and great disillusionment
Darkens the depth of my eyes as I lay bare upon the bank.
The scenes of war and decimation I witnessed
Have been imprinted on my soul, waiting for any deed
That will alleviate my despair that humanity is a dying breed
That needs new blood, ingenuity,  and values
To help it defeat famine, war, racism, and religious discriminations.