Tell It Like It Is

I am the silent witness that looks down from on high, The silent witness who inhales carbon through cleansing veins, The silent witness that exhales oxygen to give you air, The lifeline for humanity I am the silent sufferer of turmoil from the abyss to my roots, Who breathes the torment of the culling of my brothers and sisters, Where the haunting silent echoes fall on selective hearing, The fragility of my realm, Destruction by humanity I am the seasonal encyclopaedia that holds the truth of what has passed, I hold the truth of our histories within the depths of my trunk, Certified by the dark circles etched within my core I am the silent sage who has witnessed your ancestors, And the silence of their reverence as their spirits brush past my leaves, My silent testimony is cradled in the soft winds of the Groves, Between us we whisper and “Tell it like it is” But not in the tongue of humanity Yet, though I whisper, no human asks for pure testimony, Shhh! But if you listen – “I will tell you like it is” But you must open your ears and listen, please listen….. 30/11/22 'Tell it Like it is' competition Sponser: Mystic Rose Rose