Trees no matter what shape, color, variety or size are our source of life due to its nature in enriching us with oxygen. I just want to give back to the trees. This is for them.
Under a Willow Tree I sit and ponder
what would life be like if I was only yonder
Could I be as curious as the wind as it howls upon the thrush
Could I dance like rose petals like light strokes of a paint brush
Do I continue to sit and only think
or should I take action and move life flashes by in a blink
Death hollows from below but it absorbs seconds, minutes, hours and days
Life and Death are just the beginning of our spiritual phase
Under an oak tree I stand and wrestle myself
Absorbing the surroundings and dancing like a christmas elf
My arms are tied in knots and my legs are like jello
My consciousness might turn bright yellow
Like a sponge I will absorb and wring myself out
I will return to the dust from which I was sprout
But until such time draws near I still produce breath
I will continue to exist until I approach my death
On top of a palm tree I dance among coconuts
Milk and honey flow like a river of antique straw huts
I float among the pressure of gravity and...
I am in awe of natures natural vanity
Below the maple tree I tap into the roots
intertwined in its foundation I have managed to lose my boots
Continue to search for my lost lonely friends
Who seem to be lost in the earth’s natural dividend
Spruce and wintergreen I have found to be quite sturdy
Though Christmas Frasers seem to always be dirty
High in demand and supply they are cut down like turkeys on thanksgiving
To bad we can’t eat a tree what an absurdity.
I continue to Willow upon oak, maple and palm
I eat from the fruit trees and make my own natural sap lip balm
Though I don’t own them, they are not my possession
They are natures sturdy creatures that offer all protection.