Poem: Treant

(A treant is a living tree. It would in myth do things a tree wouldn’t do like move around and attack things. They don’t exist. Trees cannot protect themselves. We need more Loraxes around to do that.)


Standing in the woods
I expect the tree
its height; its width
i savor it
dense foliage hides the truth
the face on it worries most
One Day ago history says
it came alive and moved around
my concern would be the
words I find in history class
“History repeats itself.”
Trees should be left alive
but not when they visit town.

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