A Look Into The Mind Of A Tree Poem by Seth Proch

I feel the soil between my fingers,
With care I move the earth,
Making room,
The seeds of something not yet grown,
Hope springs eternal,
The planet embraces my offerrings,
Gives life, to make fruit,
Endless potential, endless possibilities.
The seeds take root,
A miracle of creation,
The sun smiles it's life giving smile,
The air breathes with magic unseen lungs.

Now ambitious roots desire,
More is what this plant requires,
More earth, more air, more light,
These outstretched tendrils burrow deep,
Taking freely,
Making demands,
Taking over,
Draining, taxing, stealing,
Rape and pillage in the name of progress,
Upward mobility,
'Destiny' cried the sapling,
'I can only go up from here.'

This is nature,
This is the way of things,
This is a look into the mind of a tree.