"Please
love me," I said, "Please, I want to be one of you."
The Forest embraced me and a blue spruce said, "Welcome!"
Then as the years raced by I ran through the forest,
climbed into its trees and felt the warmth
of its love about me always.
I was the forest and it was I.
And when the grass grew tall, I was the cowboy
who watched an almost naked Indian walking about
in deep, deep mediation. Quietly weeping.
Large tears rolled down his sunken cheeks
onto the wild flowers that joyously reached up to him.
He never saw me, never noted that my finger was cocked.
Except one time, only once, when he looked right at me
and smiled through his tears.
I wondered about the blood on his forehead,
but I was to frightened to ask.
Then one day, I went far away from the forest
and more than a dozen years were gone
before I returned, but by now I had forgotten,
I had forgotten the Indian, the wild flowers, and giant tears.
:-Ž~~~Jack Palance
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