We, who have learnt to love the rain
Salute to the sun
Blocking your path, with
Arms as big as branches
This skin, it thickens
Hardens like bark
Feet begin to slip
Into the soil.
We begin to take root.
These animals have made their home in me;
starlings feed of my fruit, make nests
In the leaves of my hair -
No, we will not come down
My veins become grainy with age -
My mouth closes up -
I stand mute
But unmoved -
These branches block your path –
We have made this forest a fortress -
The people have taken root.
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