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The Mother of the Forest

Clothed in its blanket of birds

Great arms reaching impossibly high

Her leaves filtering the light between shadows

And flashing diamonds of sky

For thousands of travels round the sun

She worshipped the turning earth

Through raging fires, the shaking ground, frozen winters

Droughts for decades burned the soils,

The rivers disappeared and still she held herself

High and strong

Even the humans recognized her power

Leaving offerings around her roots

Fruits of the earth, fish and painted stones

 

And then George came

The natives told him it was the largest tree in the world

The Mother Tree

He needed to monetize it

No one was going to come out to see it

And he needed capital for investments (mostly *****

So he cut her bark off

Just the first 20 feet or so

Carried it off and put it on a train

For paying customers to see (two feet thick and 20’ high, oh my!)

They say she lived for another year or two before she died

They drove iron spikes into the trunk so visitors could climb up her skeleton

And over a century later, over a hundred feet of her trunk

Still rises over the valley of the giant trees

 

I like to think that the Mother,

That burned spar on the hill

Is still trying to protect us

From ourselves.

Selah

2015

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May 22, 2015
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