She is divisible
Does many things at once.
She is
The root, The trunk, The branches
But he wants wood and food right now and he doesn't
Want to carry his jacket anymore darling.

Her limbs
Over the centuries repeated
They reach out
Filter sunlight
But still protect them
The young saplings
Easily broken by angry winds in time
She is not moved
Not by angry storms

He's Corporate Climber
Genus Weedius Stranglius
With pain but without hesitation
Reaching up cuts off
Her highest limb
Fashions him
A sturdy ladder

Seasons shift
Spring to autumn
Under her widespread arms
His seeds do grow
Like Ivy they climb
Up
Towards the light
Her grounded roots
Thickened trunk
Curling writhing they wrap tight

She tends to his Stranglers
Catches falls
They do grow heavy
Her limbs find strength
Nestles them with
Carefully softened skin
Well hiding its scars
The scrapes of bottom-dwelling

Now it comes
They reach her peak
He climbs onto her himself
Performs the task
Three great cracks
Three strong tall ladders
The oak
Half
Of what it once was

But trees
They creak
Cannot speak
She slowly mends her
Four great wounds
Green again begins to sprout
From the wretched halves of
Haggard limbs

One day transpires
A Strangler dies
But without her branches
She is bound
To
Follow
Him
With
Sorrowful
Eyes
Falling
Unsaveable
To
The
Earth.
He demands why she did not save him?

But he forgets that the old half-oak
Has no mouth
To speak,
No eyes
For her tears.

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