Where the trees are like gods

April 27, 2020

by: Jazmine Mangarun

I stood in a place, where the trees were like gods.

Each and everyone of them towering over this vessel of mine

to evoke a sort of judgement.

I wonder, if I stood here forever would I become one of these trees?

Or would I forever stay as their cheapest substitute.

I remember living in this decaying home.

Waiting for the change of the seasons to continue to change the feeling of this town.