a talking tree
text © Raj Arumugam, June 2008; picture: burningwell.org
I met this tree
standing tall amongst others on the slope
and I said to the tree:
with a hundred arms into the sky you stand
like a shrieking child;
and the million leaves
like so many shimmering fish
of the mighty oceans
at playtime with the sun

And the tree laughed
as it caught the winds
in its arms, and then said the tree to me:
I am growing, Sir
and I will grow and grow and I will cover all the sky
and capture the sun and the moon and pocket all the stars
until the earthlings
of short stature and short lives cry:
Oh show us the sky
and show us the moon;
and show us the stars and show us the sun…
We are sorry we neglected them
we took them for granted
but return us these jewels, Oh mighty tree…
and I will laugh in their faces
and laugh at their impoverished forms and I’ll say:
You can have them back,
you silly earthlings –
but never neglect the gifts you have;
love and cherish always the sun and the moon
and the stars and the earth, and all that is here before you
a talking tree text © Raj Arumugam, June 2008;
picture: burningwell.org
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