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The north east breeze hits me and buckled my knees ,then I see myself stand in front of this mysterious tree I hear buzzing but there are no bees, then I am shocked when the tree ask me when you felt the north east breeze that buckled your knees did you know it was me ,what tree just spoke to me and so humble I cannot believe fuck this shit I must be deceived, then a branch came out to me and touch me so softly I fell in to a dream where there is utter darkness and no them, then I woke up from the darkness and I said where’s the light between the leaves my voice was gone with a mystery, I tried moving my arms but they stood still as bark with eye I cannot see I realize I am a tree, in the middle of a forest where there is no other life except me all I seen are stump continually that made me feel lonely to the degree that insane came close to my tree brain ,the birds knew and nest on my branch more just came repeatedly in till you cannot see my leaves any more it like instead of cold lonely life beauty just warmed over, when I tried to speak I heard no noises but the birds still understood if I had a frown it would be upside down .many nights family’s of birds will visit also in the day then permanent they will stay every day the same way ,they are enchanted by my branches what made mine so special to hang and gang out in, buzzing was in the air and cedar dust to, the birds came from all around frost town , to my branches that where getting heavy, feels like break like a new Orleans levee stress was on my mind , then I saw a young bird clime down where if i where a man not a tree it would be just a annoying sound lurking secret chirping but I am cretin , I can hear what the bird said why do you let us rest hear do you not fear for your life with so many of us it like you or rolling dice, then I said gamble I must take for most of my life I have not been a wake so for goodness sake, tell them to come in the thousands my life before this had been meaningless to point of self destruction life questions I been tussling, The bird said but if more birds come you will succumb death is known to be for the Dum ,how can you hold with the strength that is for told its hard for me to decode , I said if you live for self you’ll never decode the messages of the heart it’s like going thru life with no art living for others is better then dyeing for self put that memory on the top self that understanding is understanding your true self ,a loud buzz came in to scene changing the conversation my whole body felt the shaking sensation, the brides said painstakingly it cannot be what I think it must be from the corner of my eye I saw a blue sky below I see a truck with many tree trunks, the birds seen it to then I finally got a clue it was you the lumber jack dude why did I not think of it before then my heart became sore the birds will have a home no more for a piece of furniture, some start to flock a way few seemed to stay almost like they were trying to prey, for me and them this is dooms day on clear day the truck was coming most of the birds disappear only of the sincere stay near, the truck came in my direction all the birds flew away so they can live another day accept one who stood bright as the sun, the bird was young you know the one with the sharp tongue I said why are you hear the end of my life is near the bird said shsh today I will die for a another why should I fear I can feel my true heart beat premier saying eternity come near, then the man steps out his truck step on the grass drinking from a cold glass then rip the chainsaw I said little bird do you not see this is humanity they take what does not belong without feeling wrong ,bird said thou that may be true but you can change that soon, I said how I will be dead soon the Shaw hit me the leaves fell with shock I said little bird fly there no need to die, why are you so relax would you rather me get hit with a axe! The bird said we are all here to die just like the sun has to die for the moon to raise one night I will see all of you again, I start to tip over my luck was over as I hit the ground I hit a four leaf clover the wait was over ,the weight birds made me stronger made my mind flow like water, then I woke from the dream that did have a them , the tree was gone I was back to my true form I looked in my hand a bird was there not blue but red it was dead ,I laid it on the ground then the lumber jack dude said what are you doing here I told him you ever see the light between the leaves permanently dried your tears that been there for years and then sheds a light on all of your fears, the lumber jack dude what! you’re crazy this is a this place where we are cutting trees so leave I said I know I know even if they where human beings you still could not hear their schemes.