i will always choose the trees
if i have to choose
between society
or the forest.
it makes sense
to me in here,
with my feet bare
on the mossy floor,
with my hands and back
against the strength
of a trunk of my kin of the woods.
listening,
hearing,
remembering a time before
i knew of this existence.
recalling lives lived
by all sorts of creatures …
tuning into what my human mind
might make of the dreams
that have awakened
under this canopy of green.
if i have to choose,
i will always choose the trees,
in the simplest of ways,
it’s what makes sense to me.
TO CHOOSE THE TREES
