NaPoWriMo Day 5

Tree and My Shadow

I make my own shadow upon the ground,
My roots burrow into the rich brown earth, round and around.

My roots link me to all my brother and sister trees.
We are a worldwide family all grown from seeds.

We carry the wisdom of our sacred land in vibrant veins.
We absorb the greenhouse gases, these are no idle claims.

Yet mankind has hacked us down in swathes.
Yet still, we grow our roots under the oceans’ waves.

We are a network connecting
our sacred Mother Earth.
Showing her nature, from birth, life, death and rebirth.

We hold up our branches to our hallowed Father Sky.
Ask for his blessing from his clouds floating by.

Now a plague is laid upon these ravaged lands.
Not killing us but mankind with Grim Reapers’ hands.

They die, old men, young women, even the children
This Covid 19 discriminates against no-one, so often,

it hits only the poor. This time even the government has it.
Christian, Muslim and Jew no religion is exempt from it.

Yet despite the instructions, to stay home and save lives.
People ignore them, as the weather improves.

If their loved ones had died all alone in isolation.
Would they be ignoring government instruction?

We trees understand what it is to suffer and die alone.
In the end, we all go to the Summerlands, the same home.

I make my own shadow upon the ground.
Long, black, sinister, like the Crow Goddess coming around.

She collects the souls of trees and mankind.
Captures their shades, we see them, while humans are blind.

© Carolyn Crossley – The Vixen of Verse, 2020.

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