Rustling leaves
Dance through my ear,
Like tiny sandpaper sheets.
Stuck contemplating who owns the trees.
Their roots intertwined with each other and the soil.
When its neighbor is dying of starvation,
It doesn’t stand idly by.
Sending resources trying to revive the tree nearby.
But not so much that it itself shrivels and dies.
A balance unknown to my human mind.
Walking along the same path,
I’m frozen in time again.
Demanding the trees tell me
Everything they know
That I don’t.