Julia,
you held Luna in your arms
as corporate greed ravaged her world.
She held you
high above the forest floor
and you shared each others tears
as the ignorance of man
murdered the Ancient Elders.
She showed us all
that a tree can cry
and that the voice of the forest
is more than just
a poetic metaphor.
But you, Julia,
you showed us something
that is just as important
to finding a future world
where man does not mutilate
his Mother.
You taught us all
that a human and a tree
can share a friendship
as beautiful as the forest
and for that
we love you.