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 bark,
The worms twist deep.

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

Red, yellow, orange, brown.


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