When you walk in a forest
look up at the trees
its like their beckoning you
that spot your standing on right then
they own it
they don’t want to give it up
yet they do
every tree grows up differently
their all a different size
from limb to limb and trunk to trunk
their arn’t twins in their world
and like everything their time comes to
they stand high and look out all around them
they know what’s going on
you might hear gun shoots deep among the trees
they know what going on
for them that sounds normal
maybe a comfort
some trees have heard that sound over thousands of years
maybe it’s a comfort to them
to know that even over thousands of years
people still need them to lead their lives
they might not live in them
part of their life will still be withing them
maybe its comforting to know
these people
hunters
keep the world in balance
no overpopulation
just right
like it should be
like it almost always has been
like it will be
**sorry if this poem bothers you..it has alot to do with my families background**
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