Fallen Trees
Where is your empathy? Your understanding?

Fallen Trees…
Do they represent a fallacy? Do you believe, their roots should never hit their knees? Where they’re so deep, they shouldn’t shake or get relieved? That if your roots are strong enough, you’ll never part from the ground.
Do you know how that sounds?
Do you think that’s the truth? That it was weakness that caused them to finally uproot?
Where is your empathy?
Don’t erase the context of their urgency. Their place was subject to burdens seen at the unbending hands of nature.
Mending plans to stay stuck. Rend a branch to stay tough. Might have lost a piece of me but at least I get to stay up.
Now you’re broken, hoping nature will cease to play rough.
Leave that notion behind. You can’t ask the ocean for signs, it’ll stop flowing because your boat hit its side.
Should have been spending your life planting seeds that help to inspire. So when you’re weak and you’re tired, you’re not scared of the wind. You’re excited for the seeds it’ll send.
That's how you don’t die in this forest of men.
Make friends. Make time to really listen. Sit still. Take time to understand the seat someone sits in.
Might prescribe the piece of perspective who’s part is a piston. They must water the seed, the engine of change runs on inner decisions.
But the path to the harvest is written when that seed gets into position.
Forgive yourself for being subject to time.
It’s very nature is to never rewind. Can’t fight back. Might as well find, a way to stop clocks from editing spines.
To no one, does tomorrow take oaths. When wrong view is chosen, this notion takes hope.
Lament life will one day rescind its promise to us, that it didn’t give.
Do you wanna exist forever? Or do you want to live? Humans seem to struggle with this.
But to thrive in the present We have to see all days as a gift.






