I Always Wondered

I always wondered what a tree could tell us

if we ever let it speak.

To hear tales as old as time whispered,

too harsh for ears of youth, too old for those of age.

Realities murmured,

basking in their neglected truths.

A call to justice,

a plea for change.

Roots stretching,

holding.

Trails of trial,

paths of past,

serene sentiments

sung softly,

sadly.

Waiting to be heard.

I always wondered what a tree could tell us,

if we ever let it speak.

Now I know.