Humanity Bowed (for now)

Humanity Bowed.

As the young Oak tree
Is bent to touch the ground
Bowed by heavy snow
So too, are we,
Just as burdened, for now.

And what of the sturdy old Oak
That has stood for eighty years?
That day will come when
The Oak shall be felled by the axe man,
So too us
Felled for now,
By a myriad of things.

And yet a seed
Is planted there again,
Where the upturned roots
Of its predecessor,
Gasps toward the skies,
So too us,
We willingly rebirth ourselves
To really live our lives.

And as the Oak, so too do we,
Bear sustenance to stave off hunger
For those in need who wander under
And in the heat and fury of what is yet to come,
We shall shade and cool the weary,
There will be so many stories
That’d just make you cry,
When you hear about how people
Shored each other up to get by.
You will hear heartbreaking tales
About people who thought they were going to die,
And how a stranger offered empathy and strength,
And you will wonder
“Was it I who helped’
Or was I the one who lay dying on that bench?
And on closer inspection you will see,
That the bench was hewn from an old Oak tree.

The winter passed,
The snow all melted
The young Oak neatly sprung back up
In all the excitement of this new season,
It wants to grow and grow,
For absolutely no reason,
So too shall we, find the spirit
To sing ourselves back up again,
Into a world no longer fraught,
With greed and pain and wars that taunt
So many on this planet
Awaken in the orchard
The Earth that is ours to play in,
Not theirs to wreak rack and ruin.

Jane Evershed


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