I had a long talk with the mighty oak that looms over my house - threatening my life and well being.
I said to him "I have the power to remove you, ya know". . .
"and I have the power to remove you!" He rebutted.
"But at what cost? Oh ancient one, at what cost? - you have battered and damaged my home, and I have done nothing to you!"
A period of silence insued between us . . .
Contemplation of our dilemma.
"I was here first" he stated, with resolve.
A tough fact to argue, he was indeed here long before me.
"I did not build this house here, but it is my home now - you leave your litter everywhere - every year - and you drop branches on me - some causing great damage".
We seemed to be at an impass.
"The sages of ages of many years gone by" the mighty oak said, after a long while . . . "we take nutrients from the soil of life, and we give back to the soil of life - we give the air that you breathe . . . .
Tell me human, what are the bones of your home made of?"
. . . . .
"Oak"
I said . . . .
With shame