Pretending to Know the Soul of a Tree –by M in the Trees

The Elm, her trunk rammed by a tractor leveling roadside weeds

leans close to Earth, and now, in beginning Spring, is fuller green

than other tall-standing trees on the opposite side

and in that enclosed yard.

It’s as if, at some level, the roots know what has happened above them

and are frantic to comfort her, or think, or reason,

that such a lush showing as they push to propel her up,

will save her.

–by Michelle Bedard