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Tree Cutter
I cut the trees of my wonder
To bring warmth to home
Holding back the wind
Fierce in thunder
drenched with rain
Bitter of winter freeze
hoping for just one good soul
The trees in thier life
Clean the air we use
as we are one breath of forest
Grasp the warrior with
no barbarian in the mix
A survival and a pioneer.
Power is so precious
only in reason for hindsight
brought as test for future us
to be better than we are
bringing countless lesson
Like pain buried in passing
addictions for what fall
as it holds a short stack
of selfish vision.
We are little better
more than we can know
a day in and with struggle
sight short of many lives
we hold together, now.
I cut trees to warm my home
thank and care for them
mourn thier life in its end
I am with gratitude
