Atonement

There is a tree in you.

In me

In all of us.

Shaal and Rhododendron alike,

The dense Ashwatha,

And the mystic Pines.

There is a forest around us.

Seasons come and go;

So do Axes, as men invade.

Lone wise Ashwatha

talks to the cloud

And atones for the sins of men.

The axe strikes a final blow

And two lives fall.

Slow, slow fall.

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