Doctor’s Orders
Sitting perched way up high the western screech owl casts down a watchful eye
He finds himself awake during light of day caused by the celebrations and the making of hay
Songs and dancing from the protectors below entertain the wise creature who is in the know
It is by no mistake that he has made his home under the Fairy Creek watershed dome
To have a place so aptly named that the magic exists within the name of the same
A wondrous, magnificent, glorious place that encompasses the abundance of nature’s grace
Though in need of rest the wise old owl takes the time to chime in with the chorus line
A whistle here and a whistle there reminds the protectors to remain steadfast but fair
These brave evolved hearts and souls have graciously taken on the The Lorax role
The role the good doctor wrote of so many years ago requires the seeds of consensus to grow
Unless unanimity cut with immediacy comes to light for all to see
This wise old owl will go on whistling his wisdom to the powers that be
To let them know the destruction of this place is counter-intuitive to both himself and to the human race
Just beneath him with crowns overhead
The tree defenders also say what the Lorax once said
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I’m a Delta, BC resident who writes poetry as a way to explore and understand myself and the wider world. My love of trees, the environment, poetry and the written word continue to inspire me.