The maples don't come to visit
In the fall
They shed their vermillion leaves
And took of for Maine or Canada
They missed the cold like a lost brother
The maple trees have made it clear:
"Listen!" They shout, "We are telling you what you need to know!"
"Live simply. Live in good relation to each other.
Work together to break the storm. When one of us falls
It makes us all weaker."
The Nipmuc and Pocumtuc
The people who listened to this land for generations
They remember these lessons
They know the maples teach us, they remember how to listen
But we've done all we can to silence them
We've done all we can to wipe them out
The trees,
They leave their leaves in bold letters
Spelled out on the ground
They do not give us the sweetness of their lifeblood in the spring any longer
But they would help us any way they can.
They shout from their stretching branches and tired roots
"THIS IS FUCKING POLITICAL. CHANGE YOUR STORIES NOW"
The trees challenge me to imagine a future
A future without greed
A future with out trillions of dollars in annual fossil fuel subsidies
A future where we all know the land and can hear the trees
A future when the maple trees feed us their sweet sap again.
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