To the sycamores, redwoods, pines, firs, and sweetgums
Unwitting adventurers
Who have seen more of the universe than I
Or the bravest sailor or mountaineer.
Tell me your secrets, I beg.
You dare to stand tall and brave
Untouched by a trauma
You can scarcely recall
From a trip 'round the moon.
I am the seed you once were.
Taken from my homeland.
Denied the comfort of soil.
Weightless, wanting, and
Utterly unable to return.
How can you stand there
As if you were always at peace?
How can you be grounded
Having touched the universe?
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 2:37 PM UTC
To the sycamores, redwoods, pines, firs, and sweetgums
Unwitting adventurers
Who have seen more of the universe than I
Or the bravest sailor or mountaineer.
Tell me your secrets, I beg.
You dare to stand tall and brave
Untouched by a trauma
You can scarcely recall
From a trip 'round the moon.
I am the seed you once were.
Taken from my homeland.
Denied the comfort of soil.
Weightless, wanting, and
Utterly unable to return.
How can you stand there
As if you were always at peace?
How can you be grounded
Having touched the universe?
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