Jade Shade

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Healing

 

 

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JADE SHADE
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He wanted more sun
for his south room
He wanted more sun
for his shortlived blooms
and so his treecutting made
the world
hotter
for
everyone else

and barely
after the flowers
had reached their peak
he ripped them out
.. heard not their
shrieks

And so
because he chose to
clearcut an
ancient row of pines

inside the lumber
company's hellnoise
is a smashed squirrel
.. inside
the chipper
his dead body swirls
along with
the chips
who have lost
their green curls

God took 70 years
to grow these pines.
In an hour, hirelings

have paved away this
jade shade shrine

An empty nest rolled
across the yard,
as birdparents were showered
with shattered shellshards

Trees whose fallen sentries
in most of a century
gave their cooling
grace freely

Fire turns to water.
Anger turns to tears
as stolen is the
fruit of the years.

and the trees
bequeathed
as they were rent
to us baby cones
heavensent
.. cones which touched us
with their sweet scent

As sun pours into
the open space
He says...
you will slowly release
your pain about these trees
Their spirits are now
of their prisons free

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-saiom shriver-

God awaken all beings .. none of us is living without causing suffering to any human,  mammal, bird, fish, bug or tree or other being


http://ohdairy.mercyforanimals.org

http://epa.gov/greenacres
http://www.greenpeaceusa.org
http://spot.acorn.net/fruitarian

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In India, England, many
countries and many
communities in the US
such as Takoma Park Maryland it is illegal
to kill trees of a
certain age without
permit.

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jgupta's picture

I love trees and this poem reminds me of my revisit to Nepal. There were bald patches from my first visit. The feeling in me was despair. The then minister for forestry was put behind bars for selling illegal. One of the local told me later when I had expressed my sorrow. I wonder how it looks now. I can understand the depth in this poetry and your expression to bring over the message. I feel sad at the major senselessness.

jgupta's picture

I mean major insensitivity to preserve the green. In history Rajasthani tribes known as the Bhishnas had protected the tree, each by hugging one when the king sent the woodcutter to fetch for wood.

Misty Lackey's picture

Thanks, this is so lovely. I printed this out for my husband's mom.