4/10 “Why are you so enamored by the world ending?” It’s the same reason I walk Through thick woods when a Windstorm starts- Often times, we forget our own humanity; No, not the egocentricness And the moral fixation, We forget how to breathe, We forget the fragility of our own heartbeat. When a 450-year-old oak uproots itself And lies itself down at your feet Not as if to say “You are above me” But to remind you “Keep your feet planted to the earth” So I ask you, When the windstorm starts, Where do you go? 4/11 Forget a 450-year-old tree When a mountain of a man Uproots himself And falls down at your feet Not as if to say “I’m done living” But to say “Learn life without me” But the life beats brighter than the air that leaves his lungs. You will understand the fragility of your own heartbeat Fluttering between this world and the next- A strong will comes to pull it one way So I ask you, What wills did you surround yourself with? What happened when the wind started? Where did you go when the trees came down? -Jocelyn Hittle (10) Jimmy Newswanger (11)
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