Been a rough weekend. Here’s some scribbles I did the other day while out walking.
I eagerly pull my head phones out of my ears,
I can hear the peepers; the birds chirping, a squirrel
scurry up a tree
But what’s the point of nature,
if the sounds of traffic drown out the joys of life
Here’s a tree, there’s a tree
they might as well be plastic trees
and rubber plants
and there’s the way of life
of things that are real, but are long forgotten.
When I walk in the woods,
it reminds me of my childhood.
The crickets are the sounds I fell asleep to
the birds chirping a mid-afternoon melody
are the sounds of the trees clapping back and forth
and me laying on my quilt in the sunshine,
falling asleep to the music of silence
of trees chattering and chattering
and always getting the last word.