words matter to me

The tree I loved has fallen now
its dead limbs
stark reminders of the past,
I thought it would last until I passed
it by no longer,

Winds were stronger and it succumbed
my heart sank for its loss,

Now the tree of battered democracy
is under assault from winds
laden with hate and the pretence of logic
besiege and strip its leaves,
such delight in every one that falls!

We must all stir and gather,
in my way I write and blather on in the dark…

One thing I know friend
is that words matter to the tree itself
we must keep writing
singing, marching on until it is safe
and then only then we may
sit idle in its shade.

Chris