The Forest Guardian
Deep within the forest, where consciousness plays
a gathering of trees plans the coming days
for the balance was broken where forests recede
and the felling of Entwood required their need.
For thousands of years these old sages convened
connected by roots in the ground where they leaned
from the dawning of time and essence of mind
they made their decisions protecting their kind.
Outside the forest where the problems arise
in parliament buildings, all deaf to their cries
expansion was given for sustainable goals
to cut down the forest and broaden controls.
Their bowls overflowed by agreements of greed
an unstoppable force like a poisonous weed
but outside the buildings where these sinners played
stood voices of reason verses heads of trade.
Community of life, content what they had
rallied for nature, against powers gone mad
they surrounded buildings where decisions were made
refused to budge till their protests were weighed.
With stocks riding high, and fingers in their ears
they scoffed at the people they refused to hear
police were called in to strengthen their plan
and kill the protests while their projects began.
The protests moved to the edge of the forest
where people joined hands, shouting, “do not ignore us”
their feet dug in to the ground where they stood
a protective ring around the ancient wood.
Just then like magic a miracle came true
the forest expanded where the people grew
their legs intertwined while their roots built a wall
the Entwood sages had answered the call.
The merger that happened stopped the governing clan
with an ancient bond between the trees and man
the fate of the planet, were both intertwined
for consciousness connects us both through the mind.
We are all related and bonded at birth
no one should be judged on what they are worth
a contract by God made us brothers with trees
left proof on our bodies so everyone sees.
More than a story, a truth to believe
the holders of life and the air that we breathe
all life depends on the bonds that we bear
to remember the markings that both of us share.
On Earth we are given the essence of seeing
our connection to trees, its air and well being
for lungs are the branches, our hand prints the leaves
fingerprints and rings are lifetimes we weave,
the two are alike, both human and tree,
while under the sky, is our quest to be free.
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About this Poem: Entwood is a derivative of JRR Tolkien’s “Ent” character who were tree herders. The word “Entwood” is used in this poem to express a living breathing consciousness that is part human and part tree.
