Whispering Willows

Whispering willows sing songs of what has been

what will be

and what is to come. 

They can predict: 

a flower bloms, another wilts, 

rebirth and death, 

a cycle of beauty; 

what comes also must go, 

and what goes is replaced. 

Nature is set up so that we may never be 

famished 

so that we may never be without, 

and yet we are. 

We see fit to tear apart what we have

to ravage a land 

not given to us

but that lives for us

and us for it.