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Birch tree tarp
Raised by trees
Baby hands on trees
Even from the start
The anchoring feeling of dry birch tree scales
Awakes memories from generations past
An old ring on the surface of our water
That still rolls
And expands
Infinitely
A passer by kicks my tree
So my tarp of leaves now rattles
A branch breaks and falls in my lap
And I recall
Memories from generations past
Nature has been the common enemy
We are the fish
That conquered the land
Baby hands on trees
Even from the start
The anchoring feeling of dry birch tree scales
Awakes memories from generations past
An old ring on the surface of our water
That still rolls
And expands
Infinitely
A passer by kicks my tree
So my tarp of leaves now rattles
A branch breaks and falls in my lap
And I recall
Memories from generations past
Nature has been the common enemy
We are the fish
That conquered the land
Published 1st Mar 2023
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1st Nov 2023 8:33pm
The irony in those last 2 lines is brilliant. Thank you so much for entering this poem in the Unnatural Nature comp!
