More Trees Less Assholes, Please

trees don't rage against winter -
they strip naked and wait for rebirth.
nothing in nature is wasted.
death feeds life feeds death in perfect circles.
but we've lost this wisdom.
we hoard, we fear, we build walls against cycles
 that could heal us.
your soul is a garden that needs both sun and storm.
needs pruning and wildness. needs death to grow.
everything holy is circular -
breath, blood, seasons.
you're not meant to climb ladders to heaven.
 you're meant to sink roots into earth,
 to drink deep from the dark
and to trust the spiral path
that leads both down and up.