Suffer thoughts of trees

Are they …enervated from their absolute vulnerability to the elements …growth and peripatetic creatures? Are they rejoicing when the rain comes whilst the Earth is saturated, is it self-determination that moves about the roots with the aim of deeper penetration into this spinning sphere?

 

Somewhere in this void

On this rock; where all the

Communication in the world

…a meaning

Can still get lost –

…in the possibilities.

 

Weeping willow in the night

Moody is your blues to this brother of the rite

I akin to your influence to the winter zephyr

sorrow and splinter

sleeping in a depressed monsters dream

 

 

How fortunate are you that you cannot acquire your own determination

And your only voice is in the blazing inferno

 

Dear tree; this attempt to express regret for my position and watching you suffer is short of all I can muster but I hope you find some peace knowing that I might speak for and with you in the art and eloquent word.

Maybe.., just maybe, the appropriate message will convey our feelings and longing…

 

 

TO BE       AND

 

OR

 

K   NOT TO BE!