Someone Bombed The Moon

Someone tore down the willow tree

Not neatly or quickly
But torn, wrenched
I wasn’t there
but I still hear the cries
of tearing bark & branches
A trunk ripped & torn & cast aside
white bark exposed
stark shattered limbs

one sliver still attached…

Last night someone bombed the moon,
or rather crashed a missile
what’s the difference?
Looking for water, they say.
Research
Surely there are better ways
Not so crude
we’re supposed to be civilised
advanced

I sit with the willow
share the shock
stroke her wounds
Still she lives
Accepting. Resigned.
It would have been nice to be warned, but she knew...
They could have been more kind… respectful...
There are better ways
Now she’s calm & hopeful…
she knows

The moon still smiled at me this morning
wistful. resigned.
They try their stupid tricks
But she knows
She’s seen it all before...
she’s seen them scratch her sister.
they don’t know what they’re dealing with
but she knows
and so does her sister


It was wild & windy here at full moon
the trees were silent...
unbelieving...
at the message on the wind.
They gathered strength from Gaia
Ready for the time
all week they stood in silence
gathering reserves
Silent strength, just holding, nothing spare to give
just building energy

And so last night it happened
Nothing really exciting
A scratch, no more
They don’t know what they’re dealing with
or how many share her cause
No thought of repercussions...
won’t understand when they come


Wise woman elder, bark glowing white
transmitting energy
Dark oak glowing
sending out his strength

All the trees and Gaia
rally to the cause
Transmitting through the ethers
supporting faithfully

This morning webs were woven
on every single thing
symbolically repairing
the web of life that’s torn
It seemed they had a purpose
no accident they were there
Absorbing shock waves scattered
transmitting empathy
Connecting grass and tree and flower
Spider Grandmothers children
weaving. repairing.
united in the cause

And now… a day later…
the trees are still emitting
that silent energy
I can hear it in their breathing
steadfast
anchoring...
what will be, will be.

They might have bombed the moon
but… breathe
...breathe calm & peacefully

The willows roots spread deeply
she will re-grow, re-new.
Don’t let emotion blind you
be steadfast like the trees…

Someone loved the moon last night
and the moon still smiles
...she knows