about trees.

I adore the trees. They're so strong and beautiful, with such delicate souls. I love to watch them dance in the wind. And if you watch actively, you can see the circle of life, reminding us of the fragility of life.

I wrote the following poem from the viewpoint of walking through a busy downtown - with high rises and building that block the sun. I thought about what that city block once looked like covered with trees and grass, before it became a concrete jungle. I thought about all the times I've walked past a tree and took no notice of it and all that it gives to me.

high above, they shelter.

ignored and thankless.

down below, a bumbling welter.

one by one, disappeared.

one by one, vanished.

replaced by stone,

an unreliable bandage.

skies all greyed.

a thick air lingers.

the earth, fraied.

down below, bumbling figures

Now go outside and thank the trees.