The Thousand Years

I was a tree and I lived one thousand years before they

Killed me.

Remembering the pain of severance was like a spinning

Saw cutting my trunk.

Scared by the Coca leaf which entered my trunk aged

500 years

I could have lived to two thousand if the

World would last that long.

My name was Oakenlurve a leader of the

Forest.

My memories circular in form etched into the trunk

My body.

The saw cut me off in my optimal prime before

My time.

It is a sad sign this demise, use my memories wisely so that

Saplings are not sapped.

All is not all without treemories a word from the forest

Bedownlyup.

David A Robertson 11/02/2022