La Vie en Verte

When I walk between the trees, I see their dreams.

Trees dream in green.

As they breathe in what I breathe out, we exchange each other’s dreams.

Their worlds burst with wonder, each spray of leaves a new and unique weave:

Green echoes of those blasts that brought forth matter, fused water, created me.

The canopy, sun-bright in the morning, olive dark by night, reaching for forever and beyond, forging neural networks to the sky.

All this in dreams.

Moss creeps beneath my feet. It’s not a fair exchange.

My neural networks give them nightmares:

Red fires, amber pyres, or charred wastelands mourning colour, mourning life.

I do not like to sleep in case I dream.

I wish to dream like trees, to dream of trees.

I so long to dream in green.

For now, though, as I walk between them, I’ll seek the dreams of trees.

See where they take me in their sleep.