Leaves make compost with layer upon layer
What falls from the tree turns again to be nutrient
For that next
generation to bud, and shade.
Rivers overflow to carry silt far from shore
Enriching the land
from whence the soil once lay,
Feeding crops and stock for decades to come.
Remove the tree,
reroute the stream
The patterns end and inaugurate new ways
Discovering the inconvenience all too late
Not having heeded wiser and aged voices
Seeing ahead to summer’s heat, no sheltered sun
And plants, their feast, no more, no more.
Flee mind’s passions, reasonings
With little thought for future days
Decisions made with little than passing pleasures
Guiding, leading with feigned confidence
Only finding a jumble of pieces instead of statues.
Where’s the heroism when no one sees the feat?
Or banquet no one can eat?
Clean house no one uses, car no one drives,
Vault no one spends, love no one feels?
October 19, 2000
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