Roots, Trees, and Birds
It’s so easy to miss the truth in cliches
So easy that sometimes I wonder if it’s really there
Or I’m just twisting them to fit my circumstances
Maybe that’s what makes a good cliche, its adaptability?
One cliche speaks of seeing the woods for the trees
It’s about seeing a situation on a grand scale
And not getting bogged down in details (bonus cliche there)
Another warns against neglecting your roots
Remain grounded, keep in mind who you were and how you got here
Contradiction? Maybe, maybe not. It’s all fairly arbitrary language.
There is no cliche I know of that speaks of what trees set root in.
Namely decay. The dark, crawling muck and rock of the forest floor
Where all the things we fear squirm and burrow and feed
That’s where my tree grew. I’ve always been deeply rooted in disgust.
The cliche seems less romantic now, doesn’t it?
Don’t expect to go digging in a mind and not get dirt under your nails.
But that’s nature. In woods and in minds, things die and are fed upon.
From the feeding trees grow and put out branches, birds nest and take wing
From the sky they see the woods, and don’t connect the panorama
To the rot below