Shintoism
of the heavens
is what this tree touch
Stretching free
its green arms
as if it just woke up
Its protective brown shell giving shelter
to birds
squirrels
and hurls of little children tripping over its roots
Roots that thrived there for over a decade
But it was murdered
By what?
You may say
This tree once had a good life
'til it was struck down by a knife of disgusting feces
this tree once had a good life
until it was stomped on by cement in the creases
Never to fill its chlorophyll
with cuddly sunlight
Never to heal the ground when the sky cries
A life was gone that day
but the murderers never noticed and never will...

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