The Forgotten Ones

The tree was majestic

Its roots scoured bottomless

For remains still witnessed today

Just reaching unwavering

For joyous

Life

Unbending and powerful

Its base, a majestic phoenix

Branches dug for the sky

Long and short, stout and slender

Forever

Reaching

Its crown encompassing the sky

Proud and poignant were its melodies

Procuring the sweetest harvest,

For all to hear

For all to know

Its trunk, an ecosystem for all

For energy flowed freely from the sun

As water flowed from a river

The luminescent moon gave rest

The stars descanting harmonies of

Hope

Gratitude

Joy

Life dwelled everywhere

But it was never detected

For there was a quota of

Bonsais

The demand must meet the supply

And the magnificent tree in the eyes of cutters

Is simply one more tree

Break

Like a horse

A Bonsai

The flawless snapshot of nature

Tamed to epitome

Its crown, proud to be

handled

slim

vulnerable

The perfection of nature without its

Energy

Delight

Adventure

Safe and sound, tucked away in a labyrinth of bonsais

Its plunging roots pruned

Capping growth

Branches not fitting the Bonsai narrative, thrown away

Its trunk, trimmed to perfection by the patient cutter,

Unflinching till sold off to the masses

Dissolved into the slender trunk

It once was

Celebration ensued in the aftermath.

Losses of nature unaccounted for

After all, many sobering moons have passed

And everyone headed home on a full stomach

Soil forgotten,

Animals deserted,

The once beautiful tree, substituted by its perfect image,

The Bonsai,

A void, grinning shot of its once powerful self,

Empty from all minds except for all of its inhabitants.

Context

This piece was meant to represent the underrepresented history that doesn't fit the European centric view. History is diverse and wide, beyond the simple abstractions made in school. It is worth learning and should be to ensure all works aren't lost in the vastness of space.

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