An ode to an ode
Rocks we climbed,
Songs of berries and wine you sung
Words drifted away with the wind,
But their warmth stayed.
Now I sing them,
with friends new and in rives old
On mountains that move like dragons and in moods that ache like thunderclouds.
Peace and pain in a forest
Mossy carpets draped like clokes
Through hyphae threads they spoke.
Lay down for long enough to hear the trees whisper.
Grieve in the graveyard, green tapestries of divinity.
Solitary trees sway in the wind,
tokenistic totem poles of the forestry companies.
The lorax captured the narrative all too well.
Different lense now. Seeds of hope. Strong feelings of fate in the woods, the world is calling.
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Bricolage Gardening 