Trees.

It is the sapling that goes into a broad
branched, green leaved tree,
the tree, that is mercilessly felled,
both in life and death, the tree
serves hard humanity, hard timbre
from timber, a magna lesson
for the man, for the dearth in
living man, a deadwood,

it is under the tree the Buddha
imbibes revelation, enlightenment,
for the afflicted soul,
it is in the roof of a tree many
shelter less construct a haven,
it is beneath a tree, that many
siblings play and pick up cherry,
it is the once upon those tall trees

now are homes and floating boats,
it is the log of wood that douse man’s
dying embers , pounding him to soil.

it is the barren twigs that crave to be green.