All trees fly to heaven where there are no humans
Or any other animals, including dogs.
This tree paradise inhibits all albumins*
Only receiving roots, trunks, leaves, branches and logs.
Trees’ entire bodies reach their heaven, not their souls
Since their spirit is the fibre of every part
With all lost pieces growing in their spirit’s holes
Surpassing almost every human’s so-called heart.
When a tree falls in the forest, all trees can hear
Its silence as it prepares to descend within
Where a thin string of consciousness makes it all clear
There is nothing left to ever again, begin.
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* The most abundant circulating protein found in animal plasma.
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A song that relates to the poem somehow.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.



Comments (1)
Lovely nature poem!!!💕