A map of the world contained in a leaf, structures of democracies and dictatorships, declining governments and birthing nations. The world’s backbone reaches up and out; tiny tendrils of hope and life dissipate from it. The root of all life breathes in and out. We tore down trees whose scale and care were shopworn; reforestation is imminent. Maybe this country’s needs can be seen in this leaf, this tree, its roots; it’s time to plant again, in the fall, in the coming darkness, so that when light returns in spring, our house, our country can begin anew.
but like the leaf,
the eventual demise of democracy
and dictatorship
cannot be denied
Yes. and thank you.