Oh The Trees

Oh the tree's.

They hold the answers of eternal peace.

The countless races that live in harmony.
The Oak and Maple, The Dogwood and the Popular -
Who's sap runs thick through life.  In all aspects.

They are the ancestors we search for, and the history that we destroy.
In all colors, sizes, shapes.  We hold no prejudice to their whistle.
No claim to their sigh. Only the brisk calm of their bark.

Yet we do not listen.

-Poka