Poem. What beautiful things trees are

Poem. What beautiful things trees are
trees move sunshine in to the earth
Trees work sunshine into the world
Trees stir sunshine into the soil
They are the Earths capilliaries and they are the suns roots digging
into the earth
Their roots bring the earth up in to the air and display it up before
the sun
The trees shape earth and air and water in to themselves
The trees eyes grow green watching the sun
The trees eyes grow in time to catch the sun at its closest to the
earth
From space the forests are not visible and the suns movement across the
earth moves like a tide leaving a green that changes to orange, yellow
and brown

Their leaves grow green
Leaves are sunshine collectors
Leaves are the product of bombarding trees with sunshine
When the brown leaves fall back to ground, they fall enriched by the
sun
In the sidewalk leaves have fallen and have decayed back in to earth.
2003.09.13, 2003.09.14, 2003.10.31, 2003.11.02, 2003.11.17
2005.06.11 (see the coquihalla, see the perrank summit)
There is a dark side
There is the dark forest
There is the forest that is so well adapted to its environment there is
no room for anything else
There is the single species forest that stretches as far as the can see
(see it) in all directions
This is an organism whose roots are locked together
And whose branches hold each other up

Poem. Breathe the connected breath that connects you to your ancient
ancestors who breathed the first breath countless moons, winters,
generations, ice ages, magnetic pole switches ago.

11/20/03