only one left

all alone,

on top of the hill,

not one other native plant,

or animal,

or Indigenous soul remains,

except you,

you token tree,

no other to remind us,

where we are,

nothing unique,

that once grew here,

hunted here,

all stripped away,

expelled into,

dreaming nightmare,

barren now,

up in the clouds,

heaven kisses,

spirit remains,

awaiting the truth,

so heart,

can return.

 

 

Done