Sonnet #220

I have been asked to take a side – I take

no sides with thee – whatever sides there are

I will prefer to take the side of trees. We make

a world of men and say we are glory and the power

But our faith demands we seek the lowest beggars

clothe the naked, heal the sick, and feed the poor:

The forest is not naked, is not sick, and blooms forever

But we beggars take until remaining is no more

I think, in faith, we must investigate what makes us poor

For if the world abundant sings, and we in poverty –

It was the treatment of the trees that give us all we are;

The trees are never crying, never tiring, have no snobbery

The trees and blessings of the trees go to elephants and insects

Accumulated mysteries in between make bounty’s architects


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