We eat meat, drink wine, and make noise
The oak tree stands tall, still and motionless
Silent, not too far, not too close
Keeping the right distance from us
A dinner party for the oaks? This is the moment
A touch of the evening sun, a few border clouds
In another life, the oaks will still be oaks
But we will not become some kind of plant
We leave, we disappear, we turn to dust
The oaks are reincarnated into another self
Their green branches and solitude
Never pick up the leaves of humanity
Hidden in the quiet of the forest park at night
Tired of cleaning up the cups and plates of human beings
About the Creator
Christy R Davis
If you want your dreams to come true, you must first wake up from your dreams.
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