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I lean against wise woman redwood,
press my cheek to her scaly side and cry,
whisper how I wish to be a tree,
so I would no longer have to see
what humans do to one another.
Her wooden reedy voice replies,
"Yes, but then you'd listen to earth lament
what humans do to her."

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