The wind in the trees
Is my home
It offers shelter
It offers comfort
My ancestors call to me
To give me guidance
To give me knowledge
I know that I am connected to the land
As it is part of me
And I of it
We have always been part of the land
Even if we haven't realized it
We are dependent on it
But it is not dependent on it
Control is what we care about it doesn't know what control is
We want things now
It is happy to give it time
We kill everything
It brings it to life
The wind in the trees is my home
And it tells me we are wrong.
by Schilzy
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