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    [post_content] => I drink Earth’s blood,
Eat the light,
Host the snow,
Feel winds flow,
Fledglings’ flight.

I’ve heard the night owl’s hoots,
Mushrooms balance on my roots
Where flowers used to grow,
They don’t know how far they go

I’ve seen them all
Between my leaves,
In Autumn fall,
In my bark sleeves.

Some say I wouldn’t understand,
Though my roots were years in the ground.
I’ve seen hundreds of deaths,
Chances, last breaths.

Soon the sun dies,
The moon is born
Drifting through polluted skies.
Disguised as night, people morn.

Ants march in steady rhythms.
Same problems,
Different decisions.
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I am the Tree

Yolanda Moran

I drink Earth’s blood,
Eat the light,
Host the snow,
Feel winds flow,
Fledglings’ flight.

I’ve heard the night owl’s hoots,
Mushrooms balance on my roots
Where flowers used to grow,
They don’t know how far they go

I’ve seen them all
Between my leaves,
In Autumn fall,
In my bark sleeves.

Some say I wouldn’t understand,
Though my roots were years in the ground.
I’ve seen hundreds of deaths,
Chances, last breaths.

Soon the sun dies,
The moon is born
Drifting through polluted skies.
Disguised as night, people morn.

Ants march in steady rhythms.
Same problems,
Different decisions.