Based on a story I read, set years in the future...people turn into trees...good story...
Can we still stretch
our wasted limbs
to empty skies
that once were warm
and full of light?
Can we still dance
when there's no sound
to mark the beat?
And years from now
when we are trees
will we still know
how laughter feels,
what children say,
how flowers smell
on summer days--
will songs still fill our hearts?
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
When We Are Trees
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Yes! I want to be a tree! I'd trade my brain for the gnarled wisdom of a trunk! I'd trade all of my sexual experiences for a century of peace amid my own self-tickling leaves! Go Glytch!
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