The cutters drone on and on into the warm afternoon, a sound that holds a message, for those who will hear it.
Something has gone too far, life daring to grow, to move outside of the very small confines it has been allotted. You will have this space and no more.
The moment you stretch out of your invisible boundary, an alarm triggers somewhere in a dark office, something needs taking in hand.
Send the blades come out, you must be kept in line, you must know your place, you cannot be allowed to breathe and spread.
You thought you were a wild thing, free, but you were wrong; a small, neat, moulded shape is all you are allowed.
Dare to break your programming; you saw what happened to the tree, the weeping willow, that softly grew and grew,
widened, dancing, filling the air with its lulling sighs, spreading its arms, home to hundreds of creatures,
it went beyond what was deemed acceptable, it went too far, was too big, it shed its leaves, it’s roots spread…..what was it thinking??
So they came in the shadows of early morning, by light it was gone, before anyone could whisper, stop.
The beautiful sighs as the wind spoke through it, silenced, the small animals, birds and insects that called it home, lost.
Just a big, empty soulless space, neat and proper, untroublesome, unthreatening, uninspiring,that is acceptable.
Everything is better now. A tamed space, controlled and dominated.
Know your limits. Otherwise they will cut you down.
But still the trees grow. Are you listening????