because I have a love affair with trees
the risk is intimate
each one standing
I remember
each chunk
each piece I remember
I feel
the dust in my eyes burning
the razor sharp chain
spinning in my hands
I push them where I want them to go
they are forgiving because its me
they love me and I love them
I do it for them
They are my master
the ground
their roots make me take action
to relish in their lifetimes
longer than mine
It is for the natives
these trees they would have had cut
for a long time
so I intimately interact with these trees
so that I may replenish
what was taken
and restore what evolution
organic intelligence is
how long did you think
you could keep us dissociating
the nativity of God