The Blue Ridge Parkway

A Poem By Mitch Jasper 

Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, only transformed from one form to the other. 

I like to think that applies to us, 

That when all of our leaves fall Our branches turn from green to white 

And finally 

When our trunk gets shoveled up 

That we don’t end there 

And that maybe 

Maybe 

We can flourish once again 

But even if we can’t 

Even if our energy truly is destroyed, 

The animals will remember us 

As the great oak who sheltered them from harm 

The caterpillars will remember us 

As the leaves which they ate from that sustained them, 

And even the lumberjacks, 

Who even though chopped thousands of trees 

Stop from time to time and remember 

How beautiful we all are. 

Maybe when we truly leave, 

Our energy leaves the earth, 

But the earth always remembers our energy.