What?
\nWhy do you look at me, tree?
\nBecause my branches are bare?
\nBecause my bark is soft and colorless?
\nBecause I will never be as tall as you?
\nNever dance with your abandon in the wind?
\nWhat do you expect of me, tree?
\nI don\u2019t have your patience to be so still.<\/p>\n
That I scream when I\u2019m hurt?
\nThat I weep at the loss of my kind?
\nThat I need to talk?
\nBe frightened?
\nMake up stories?
\nThat the years will wear me out before you,
\nand my death will be quick
\nand leave the aroma of grief in the air?<\/p>\n
What, tree, do we have that belongs
\nto both of us?
\nOur roots?
\nThe place where beginning started?
\nSomething in our trillions of atoms
\nthat recognize each other,
\nand give each other the color of shade?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What? Why do you look at me, tree? Because my branches are bare? Because my bark is soft and colorless? Because I will never be…<\/p>\n