Tree spirit, tree spirit,
What can you see?
As your pose conveys sorrow
But your eyes express glee?
A deer carcass lies silent
Below your great throne,
As you take its old life
From its blood-stained old bone.
A bit closer to the heavens
Can you look down and know
That the earth might make a banquet
For the hungry old crow?
And with this realization
Would you call to the wind;
And stop this ceremony
From a melancholy end?
Or, Tree Spirit
Might you sit back and wait?
(Conceiving that this horrid sight
Be a commendable fate?)
What can you see?
As your pose conveys sorrow
But your eyes express glee?
A deer carcass lies silent
Below your great throne,
As you take its old life
From its blood-stained old bone.
A bit closer to the heavens
Can you look down and know
That the earth might make a banquet
For the hungry old crow?
And with this realization
Would you call to the wind;
And stop this ceremony
From a melancholy end?
Or, Tree Spirit
Might you sit back and wait?
(Conceiving that this horrid sight
Be a commendable fate?)
I made it like a year ago. I should get back into the habit of poems.
