Did the tree in reaching up
Claim to understand the sky?
Did it tell the other trees
What heaven has demanded?
Did the sky when looking down
Teach the tree most plainly?
How it wished the tree to reach
And how in turn to bend?
Yet we beneath the same blue sky
Pretend to know its purpose
And wage cruel war implacably
Upon those who oppose us
And still the sun full shining down
Upon the trees and bitter men
Shows no biased preference
Nor calls us “chosen creatures”
So like the tree, reach up my man
Embrace the warmth of sunlight
And shelter those still bent with care
Amongst your spreading branches
And should you in your arrogance
Believe that you are sacrosanct
Remember that beneath the sky
We are but one world turning
Daily Press: Look Up