Corey Mwamba


-futur-: (s)kin: seven, annotated

The tree has been here forever
It has roots
It reaches towards the sky
They are taken for granted and ignored
They give us life, even when we could not see how

The branches stretch, leaves taking in air and water
We barely see them grow
But we know they must; we want them to
We anticipate their continuance

For as long as the tree has been
Someone has always used the tree
They chop, attack, burn it
Yet the roots remain

The tree survives not through itself
But by making more trees
pollen spreads, joins with flowers

See the tree.

(the future is already here)

The tree saves us
Even while we abuse it
Yet it survives, grows, adapts

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