Recently, I was given some very sound advice to keep this blog alive. They aren’t wrong. What would be the point in having it? Why ask people to subscribe if I’m never providing that quality content? I have a Tumblr blog that I consistently drown in old memes, but I’d rather reawaken this monster like good ole Victor Frankenstein. I really have nothing to say today besides that.
So I guess I’ll give you a poem from the archives.
The green of the trees
Envious of clouds floating free
Rooted to the earth, longing for flight
They leap – they fall – fall to the ground
Become the earth that clouds float circles around
The clouds flow along the trails of the wind
Basking in the sun or blanketing the land
Not allowing the trees or grass or insects to see the shining star
Laughing at the green boy’s jealousy.
The branches cradle the leaves
Reaching toward the sky in mutual plea for mercy
But then the clouds grow angry,
Becoming dark and dangerous
Becoming heavy – becoming huge
The earth shivers in protest.
Guilt is a mother’s tears – the clouds tremble
Drops of pale regret tumble down
Soaking the trees – falling to the grass
Bringing them life – life that cycles back around.
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
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