The tree's sight

by Zelda of Arel

The spirit of Air
Kisses the living
Monument from Earth.

It speaks with
The help of Wind
Telling a story.

The spirit of Water
Giving me drink
From Air and Earth.

The spirit of Fire
Destroying me
With scolding flames.

Human hands
Break my arms,
Setting on fire.

They gather my
Fallen dead arms
Setting on fire.

I gaze on those
Not hurting me
Wondering a bit.

Stars shine around
Their moving,
Bowing necks.

They must be
Riting Pagans
From the city.