LASTWORDS - Poem

Sierra, Jan, 2000 by Wendell Berry

Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.

   Say that your main crop is the forest
   that you did not plant,
   that you will not live to harvest.
   Say that the leaves are harvested
   when they have rotted into the mold.
   Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
   Put your faith in the two inches of humus
   that will build under the trees
   every thousand years....

   Practice resurrection.