The Breath of LifeA Poem by Casey TruaxListen to the muses, Orpheus, Through the trees, For they say the soul is borne along by wind. Watch the misty dawn of reason, Aristotle, Where mystics turn philosophers And shrouded groves persist Among Apollo's cheer. Say the trees cannot have souls For they do not breathe. Your errors shall be immortalized In books: the trees shall be a sacrifice. Generations pass, The green woods ebb and flow, The wind commands the clouds to cross the sun And daylight breathes upon the sill. The roots still hold the earth Where mystics and philosophers Have gone to final rest. The trees still breathe and grow, Conjuring themselves, As though by mystic art, From the wind.
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