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I wonder, if these trees could talk –
some having observed 5,000 years of history
What stories would they tell?

Would they tell a story of simpler times?
Or a story of pagan savagery?

A story of exploration and bravery?
Or of invasion and genocide?

A story of capitalism and industry?
Or of slavery?
[One can imagine they would expel the memories of black
bodies swinging from their arms altogether, though slavery
comes in many forms]

A story of technology’s rise?
Or of the human soul’s demise?

A story of prevailing Justice?
Or of war and devastation?

Would they tell the story of progress?
Or the one of regression?

Or would they say
“I grew and grew
And the wind blew
And I’m trying not to fall.”