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ouithaneewey:

on a recent excursion into a wooded area, Laney and i had an idea to both write a poem that began “here, in the shade of the trees.”

so here’s mine, ‘cause i was trying to sleep and got inspired! yeaaa!

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here

here, in the shade of the trees,

we steal away from the bastard sun.

we tuck and roll, lost in a cloud of clarity.

like herbal magic, all that stress comes undone.

we gaze blankly at the forest

around us, enamoured.

glad that these trees won’t be planks

waiting to be hammered.

this is no place for destruction!

this is where the trees grow unchecked.

so we sit in the dirt, barefoot, and marvel

all the martyred leaves that collect.

we move lazily along the trail,

settling into a new nook,

it’s marginally different here,

but still a page from the same book.

under these swaying giants,

we find the solace we seek.

we come to ponder our own ineptitude,

growing weak by the week.

something about the glittery footpath

reminds us of the reason we come and hide.

away from the rhyme and reason

into a wonderland of mixed up shade and light.

what is it about the open air of society

that urges us to shy away into the shade?

likely a myriad of concerns plague us all,

possibly even a bed that’s never made.

it’s so much deeper than that.

a truly molecular connection.

i’m the very same as those trees,

but with an alleged sense of direction.

it all comes back to the earth — all of it.

every second we live, whether we like it or not,

will inevitably lead us back to mommy earth.

to that special, just-for-you place to rot.

i wrote this. :)