Tree Poem


Strange sounds reverberating in my ear
	Muffling voices and slowing my pace
Striding, walking, floating freely through gray-blue trees
Half heated sunlight filling my eyes

Forest haze gripping my mind
Engulfing and suffocating my thoughts
Which, like flying spheres of irradiate time
	Have ordered my awareness of separation
	From the intricate balance of the two
	Triangular trees.

The sullen swerve of sky above
	Separated from the virginity of God
Longing for the totality
	Of merger with these
		Green trees
Father

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