Lean forward and close your eyes.
Press your cheek against the bark of this tree.
This tree is older than America.
This tree saw wars which were not photographed
and were described in books we can no longer read.
This tree was here before your grandfather
and will see your grandchildren fade from the
pages of unwritten history books.
This tree stood amongst an infant electricity,
listened to the telephone grow up and
saw democracy stolen by the greedy naughties.
This tree has roots in a soil that
was soaked by Pepy’s Autumn rain
and baked by Keat’s summer sun.
…and you want to cut it down?