Trees, tall and strong
We need you
to hold on in the rage
of the whopping
political storm.
Roots,
we need you
when the rain floods
of corruption
carry away all the topsoil.
Leaves and needles,
we need you
when the air pollution
of the daily discourse
makes breathing difficult.
There is the beech tree,
and the friendly ash.
The aspen tree colony is older
than all of our humankind.
I would hug you, birch tree,
if you came for a visit,
a peaceful neighbor from the north.
My friends the oak trees
grumble quietly
and ignore the hostile comments.
I also like the acacias
with their golden flowers,
well-protected with their thorns
calmly ignoring
the daily squabbles.
Let us breathe like the trees,
let us grow strong roots,
let us stretch upwards,
let us display our panoply,
let us live together
in the ancient forest.
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