wander.

life givers


vast

glorious

landscapes

usually flush

with lush trees

dominate my dreams

and my hypnagogic adventures

though my waking surroundings

are quite suburban

i’ve wondered before

why my subconscious

turns to natural settings

when it rejuvenates

obviously

most of us

enjoy the view of

grand mountain ranges

or excited waves crashing

onto patient beaches

but now

research

shows that

there may be something

particularly lovely

about trees

not only do they give us

life-supporting oxygen

but they calm us

and heal us

seriously

we all need

to hug our trees

way more often

they don’t ask

anything

from us

but they

give us

everything

see: that whole life-supporting thing

if trees could speak

our language

i assume

they would

make a peaceful request

to be allowed

to be

here

more

a polite entreaty

to be permitted

to give

us

more

life

it is a safe assumption

because every being

wants

to be

more

and maybe

alongside our coffee shops

on every urban corner

we could develop

mini-arboretums

oasean sanctuaries

for our lovely

life givers

as expressions

of our thanks

to them

for allowing

us

to be

here

too



halvening

the try