tuutuuk and problem foton-ru

i have friend one time live down by jivolat, name tuutuuk, when i down at jivolat rinse glut of extra-being from tulablong, yes, i go into tuutuuk abode and sit it tuutuuk on new-light rug of circle made fur of gretenv, there we talk long time, one time tuutuuk it tell i, parsap up in kel great dificult for tuutuuk, it say parsap drain greatly of nekkel and tuutuuk, it no able tag all foton-ru 

i think well problem, foton-ru no tag it fur it no curl and fur foton-ru no curl it jangle bad it put it tobing machine, i say tuutuuk, it make grow jolibop of low of moving shab and a foton-ru it like go jolibop and it consume and fill it foton-ru nogon of jolibop, here it parsap no drain nekkel of it tuutuuk, tuutuuk it thank i with podon of a sniveg, i warm of it podon of sniveg of tuutuuk and i go

happen many task, i get extra-being pull hard it tulalblong so go i jivolat, yes, i go into tuutuuk abode, and new-light rug of circle made fur of gretenv it no have tuutuuk on or near, i go rinse glut of extra-being good and feel more good and go walk by low of moving shab and, yes, bowing come to i hear, bowing of loss and bowing of death-come-near, i fast now and hot and burn in shom, fear i death of tuutuuk

i find tuutuuk it clutched in jolibop, jolibop snarl so hard i never see and tuutuuk it not can run and moving shab it tuutuuk almost below, i go back tuutuuk abode, take slom it under new-light rug of circle made fur of gretenv, i go back where tuutuuk, i put slom of snarl of jolibop, it jolibop it die-go-down, now tuutuuk it below of moving shab i put slom more of snarl of jolibop, it jolibop die-go-down in a wind and pull i tuutuuk by it maggon, tuutuuk it out it moving shab and tuutuuk it no give i fear death of tuutuuk, it tuutuuk look i old-light of eye and it tuutuuk go

again happen many task and glut of extra-being of i pull like rock long of maggon, pass i abode of tuutuuk and go in it tuutuuk abode and not i see tuutuuk and not also see i rug, think i well and know i it tuutuuk it go and see in picture-in-nekkel that i not find tuutuuk in abode of tuutuuk in moment-to-do for until moment-to-die and small moving shab i touch on face and go back i abode for find wisdom

A Christmas Tree's Lament

Once upon a winter's eve,
They came in mobs, those deadly thieves!
We spread our roots, our breaths drew in,
And then we bellowed, I and kin:
“Leave here, desist, replant your roots!”
They came for us in shiny boots.
They placed their teeth upon a string,
and showed us to that wicked thing.
They wrapped it round, in their endeavour
to cut us from our roots, to sever
each of us from earthy sphere,
And as we crashed, they cried and cheered!

They stacked us up on deerless sleighs,

And formed with us a foul bouquet,

And as they stole us, engine booming,

I found I was no better than a human.

I was from deep black soil dissected.

Now humans' unearthed state reflected

in my own proud trunk made rootless,

subject now to journey fruitless.

As savaged flesh wept and swelt,

Each jolt and thud was sorely felt

Till we from oily trap alighted,

And heaps of dead and dying sighted.

We might have thought our number small

Until we saw that ghastly haul.

It might have been a minor feud,

an act of impulse, a nasty mood,

but in this vale of broken crowns,

on this necropolitic ground,

at this high reach of Death's grey tide,

was an act of genocide.

And even now, and even yet,

exhausted not was Man's dark threat.

They came in ones and fives and threes.

They drifted up upon the breeze.

But how they differed from rancid stink

was in what they carried: those shards of clink,

that lit their eyes and filled their grip,

and brimmed their dreams and curled their lips.

And of this coin, what was the aim?

Of which foul sport were we the game?

What was the scheme behind our murder?

All was revealed as they began to barter.

And what the price of one arboris,

apart, of course, from its biosis?

Thirty pieces was final toll

to him, the brand new owner of my soul.

With nothing more than mute egress,

my time with kindred deliquesced.

Aye, from my brethren I was split,

And carried then to odorous pit,

shakingly upon their shoulders,

just as the cousin growing colder.

Placed upright by mantelshelf,

in mockery of my rooted self,

now I their furrow did survey

in all its grim and dark decay.

Of all their squalor and unfitness,

was I to be the judge and witness.

And back they looked with eyes agleam,

dashing hopes to dwell unseen.

To me they brought their tawdry garnish,

and I did they begin to furnish,

and when at last they came away,

I stood replete in gaudy lingerie.

And though clothed like courtesan,

my torment only now began,

for now they gulped and gorged and pranced,

frolicked in a state of trance.

I, in the midst of wilding pack,

had turned to aphrodisiac.

Time’s suffrance is ineluctable

yet passage indestructible.

It crept as surely as decay,

until I found I had outstayed

my welcome in that wretched dwelling,

and now my final fate was swelling

in Man's dark heart as they denuded

me of frilly garment, excluded

then from frosty home to street,

my transformation near complete.

Whence had I been sequined guest,

now was forsaken, dispossessed.

And here I am, and here remain,

my human value all but drained.

I lie here butchered in the lane

with others of my green domain.

Who knows what fate may have in store?

And yet I sense there's little more.

My shadow's long; my noose at morning.

There's only time to share this warning.

Should you consort with humankind,

see us, and do not enter blind.

For Man's had many staunch allies

and led each one to her demise.