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