The Trees Give Answer

For centuries, the trees have overheard us:
Why? What is all of this for?

Questions burrow into trunks and branches,
A thousand tiny, gnawing worms.

The sun warms the wrinkled wood,
The worms twist deep in contemplation.

At last they crawl into the cooling leaves,
And these are the answers they send us:

Red, yellow, orange, brown.

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