The next time you cut down the olive branch

I hope you realize that such a limb will not always be there.

With abuse, anger, and violence

That limb may fall.

Too fragile to support the weight of such a heavy soul.

 

The next time you cut down the olive branch

I hope you realize that such a limb has weaknesses of its own.

With threats, beratement, and indifference

That limb may fall.

Too weak to support the weight of its own body.

 

With injury and hurt,

The tree will no doubt get tired and learn that

Its olive branch is not welcome.

This limb will cease to grow because of your own selfish desires.

This limb will cease to extend because of your harsh neglect.

 

Take care of the roots that hold you up,

Of the canopy that protects us and weathers the storm.

Of the branches that let spring bloom.

Of the olive branch that offers its limb for your betterment.

Be better.