I have never understood why we cut down
beautiful groves of living flowers and trees
to make fields where we plant dead souls
that don't seem the least bit interested
in sprouting into anything.
I am certain when they plant our quiet hearts
you'll come up as a poppy of gentle beauty
so I'll make every effort to come up as a mighty pine
to watch over you at the edge of your field until
they cut me down to make room for someone else.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press June 2014
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