The Forest Speaks in Silence

beneath corporate shadows
mycelia whisper ancient truths
through soil that remembers
when no deed claimed its worth

we were here first, say the cedars
their roots crack concrete foundations
while moss reclaims abandoned mills
nature’s slow revolution

no hierarchy in the canopy
where birds nest without borders
and mushrooms decompose
the artifacts of progress

who owns the rain?
who can fence the wind?
the wild strawberries breach
every garden wall

we are ungovernable, says the forest
growing through the cracks
of your crumbling empire
patient as centuries

remember:
before your laws
before your maps
before your money
we knew how to live
in the sacred circle
of giving and receiving

the forest speaks in silence
but the message grows louder
with every seedling
that breaks through the pavement