My feet can’t feel them as I walk

My lungs don’t sense them whilst I talk

I can’t see them drinking from the river

and the nutrients that it delivers

My mind cannot know how they came to be

Standing here, towering in front of me

They give me life, food , shade, and shelter

I take their lives, I cause them to swelter

If I did not know better, I’d say they were blind

To all the acts of destruction by my kind

But that is too easy, it is not blindness or forgiveness they show

No, they just wait for me to reap what I sow

For they have outlived you and even I

Yes, they know a thing about staying in time

Perhaps they just wait, and wait , and wait

For the day that is coming, where I meet my fate

Patience is a need, not a virtue for these trees

They need the patience, the patience to outlive me