And though I write these saddened words <br />On the white sheets of forest abhorition <br />Owing their malice to both industrial <br />And to aboriginal organisations of destruction <br />My heart bleeds with every stroke of axe <br />and every growling chain-saw making contact <br />The sap oozing clear as day or moonlight May <br />I too, am that tall tree. <br /> <br />And my roots lie firmly in the sky <br />feeding me the strength to live <br />showing me worlds from long ago <br />Telling me that I must believe <br /> <br />For everyday my branches are cut <br />And everyday my leaves fall down <br />Everyday that comes to light <br />gives me reasons for a frown <br /> <br />But my eyes tell me to wonder <br />far beyond the world I know <br />And as the sun sets on september <br />I see the smiles from long ago <br /> <br />Phalo planted trees <br />yes Phalo planted a tree <br />Phalo planted three trees <br />Yes; one of those was me<br /><br />Nkululeko Mdudu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-october/
