My peace has been disrupted by heavy equipment, its heavy vibrations shaking the earth, sending out un-harmonious energies, compacting the soil at my root zone.

Why buzz cut all the underbrush here in my shade zone? Why chop and mince all these beautiful growing things to the ground as if they were garbage?

This disrupts our community and sets us back. We grow together, or not at all.

You with your heavy tracked chopper machine, do you really think you have dominion over the earth and all growing things? What will you do when the gasoline runs out?

I ask that all who live here show some respect to your fellow inhabitants of planet Earth. Live and let live!

Long after this chopper of live growth is gone, long after the machine has crumbled into rust, long after fossil fuels are history, the trees that grow from my offspring’s seeds will tower over this Earth once again, shading and sheltering all who grow nearby.

Each individual in the community of rooted beings will find their own niche to thrive and grow and live in peace and quiet here in our modest hillside community.