the ones with heart rot, dead and broken branches,
the crippled and deformed ones, because, I reasoned,
they were going to fall soon anyway, and therefore,
I should give the younger trees more light and room to grow.
Now I'm older and I cut the younger, strong and sturdy,
solid and beautiful trees,
and I let the older ones have a few more years
of light and water and leaf in the forest they have known so long.
Soon enough they will be prostrate on the ground.