De Madera
by Galan Mayas

De Madera,
Stout as an oak.

I was standing strong,
standing tall
"Timber" they shout as I begin to fall.
Undiscovered for so long

In a forest between two
Fir trees
Magnificent, beautiful, bringing people to their knees.
Until the cry of the chainsaw shouts over the dove's "coo!"

"Way, Hay", forth, back, I sway
Brushing branches with my two close companions
Which one will catch me when I fall?

Who can tell me which way to fall and if it will all be okay?
Unprepared, naive, yet as old as the lands through the eons.
Will any hear, when I call?