I CELEBRATE the trees, and dance beneath them.
And what I have learned, they have taught me.
For each ring signals another year past.
I bask and unmask in their shield,
I lean and sing while watching in wonder, as everything moves fast,
The world, every single thing, has come alive under this tree, in this field,
In this mind…
Created here, we all dance here.
I, now having only aged hours, have carved thousands of rings,
Hoping the dancing to cease not until I’ve learned everything.
Each blade of grass, each cloud, each mushroom, and each tree
Retires back to the calm state we are all familiar with, and the real world returns.
With the lessons all but forgotten,
I go to CELEBRATE the trees again, and dance beneath them again.
Nature and I share the same energy, again.
In the style of Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
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