I want my children to know
That I stood naked beneath waterfalls
Carried spicebush leaves in my pockets
Smelled the onion grass from yards away
And knew time of day by song of bird
I want my children to know
So that in the wars to come
They will never kill a tree in battle
"Perhaps a forest was once here,"
They will say
Eyeing a lone beech
Or perhaps poplar
"Our mother told us of this.
She used to bath there
Although she did not bathe us
There."
They will let the tree live
And the birds
Will add their names to the sagas
When the time
Is right.
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