Wise Old Trees
I see someone wants to trade
eight hundred year old trees
for timber.
Clearly,
not someone who knows how to listen
to WiseElders.
When these trees were mere seedlings,
they were already exploring how deep and rich
is Earth's flowering flow
of nurturing rivers.
Most people in that ancient time
were monotonously sure
Earth is simply,
fundamentally,
even evangelistically,
flat.
And
eight hundred years later
still clueless
how deep and rich
is Earth's flowering flow
of multiculturing sacred time.
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