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Chestnut Tree

One particular chestnut tree
To me
Is not only full of beauty
It is full of majesty 

When I was a child
Like every child little wild
The chestnut tree
Was already tall enough second floor window to see
From not even very top of the tree
And it was already full of beauty
This makes me think
Before the tree stood tall like a king

With trunk so wide
That you could almost put elephant inside
It would not be bizarre 
To think that at the time of Second World War

It was alive even then
Maybe as a young shoot at the age of ten
Do trees have soul?
Would tree feel pain if a bomb on it would fall?

Would it make a difference that instead of morning dew?
The smell of lead of machineguns’ bullets wind has blew 
And sky above it instead of azure blue
Was because of nearby fires of scarlet red hue

Would it mind that instead of buzz of honey bee?
It would hear the buzz of airplanes tanks bombs would it matter to the tree
I don’t know but it sure would matter to me
Just as it matters that what is rightfully my I cannot be

Later after the war they build pavilion near the tree
But not much people paid attention to the tree
I bought some books in this pavilion so the tree
Mattered to me

The book was about evolution
At the time I did not see similarity between evolution
And Hitler’s final solution
At the time I saw beauty in idea of evolution

There is interesting things in religion to
And I still contest religion and evolution can both be true
But both led to same thing that must be true
The highest for form existing or not physical or abstract it must be true

That the highest form that is does not necessarily mean highest philosophy
Yet highest for that can be also means highest thought highest philosophy
I like every tree
But highest form of that philosophy I wish to be

Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016

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