They

They
two friends sitting long enough by their river flow
looking at a mother tree
they sitting, she horizontally now giving life to future
trees, lichen, moss from its top a burst of green
they couldn’t believe what they’d seen
watching now with clarity this rarity, they’d never seen
the moss breathing forth, spores
mother tree’s moss lifting off they took their hats off

It was winter and they were cold they came closer
to this spark of life, a green puff and then they were too close
the green mist and these men witnessed each other
they moved away to their respective seats
rocks and trees and the moss breathed
and then they saw the seed
in all of us needs a place to be

with friends

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