The Hope of Trees

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Our president shakes
the hand of the Brazilian leader,
congratulating him on
destroying the Amazon Rain Forest —
faster now than we can imagine.

The Hope of Trees

In the heavy rain
this morning
I waited for you,
but you did not come.
No walkers came at all;

so the dog and I
headed into the deep forest
in pouring rain.

As we walked deeper
into the trees
the rain lessened
until it nearly stopped,
except for a few large drops
that pinged down
from the canopy above.

See, you should have come.

You missed an unforgettable silence
and a white mist
that rose from the bottom
of the forest floor.

It looked so eerie!

7 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

7 responses to “The Hope of Trees

  1. I will be traveling to northern Bolivia with a close friend and linguist. We will be spending time in the southern Amazon with the Tacana people. It’s more than trees that are threaten.

  2. NATURE AND THE UNNATURAL

    That which is so obvious,
    so moving
    to many of us
    seems though invisible
    to those
    whose eyes are fixed
    solely on shekels

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