I sat beneath the Storytelling Tree as the rigid bark read out who had been here prior to me
First it was me, a five foot three, little brown girl that had a blue bandaid on my knee
Before me was a fawn who laid here till dawn with her mother escaping a few honey bees from earlier on
In advance of the fawn there was a hunter hoping to catch the doe to give to his grandmother
Before the hunter set up his camp, there were two lovers who etched their names into the edge of the branch
Before the lovers there was brother, who went out calling for his missing twin brother
Prior to the lost twins, there was a mother who laid there in mourn of her dead daughter
The daughter in mourn of her mother was a little brown girl, five foot three, that had a blue bandaid on her knee
Beneath the storytelling tree the little brown girl read out within the bark the story of the dead daughter surrounded by nature and her mother’s mourning tears.