—WHEN YOU HAVE FOREVER TO THINK, EVERYTHING BECOMES BEAUTIFUL         

 

Trees

 

Sometimes I get jealous 

of the trees 

so stoic and sober 

how nothing rattles them 

but earthquakes

they even dance when its windy 

Tango Cha-Cha The Macarena 

and sure they could be cut down 

but couldn’t we all 

aren’t we all cut down lately

licking our paws obsessively 

like dogs eaten up by parasites  

the trees taller than giraffes 

earth’s loftiest creature 

the trees as patient as sundown

the trees staring blithely below 

at our foibles and predilections 

like ancient owls with too much 

time on their hands 

the trees who know all 

secrets of Mother Earth 

the trees who might save us 

if only we had the balls to beg