Thinking without doing: trees

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7.20.2013

That enlightened age of first thoughts,
when you were barely five and
unaware of life or its meaning.

In the growing shadows of the trees,
you heard the distant sound of joy.
Voices coming from the valley.

Boys who chase girls,
who see the universe fit
in the palms of their hands.

To breath wasn't a gift. To age was a desire.
The purpose of life was to run,
not to catch or to get caught.

We didn't think dark would last
and color purple trees. We
thought the day would break
and quench the emptyness.

The nothingness that
makes us steal time to make up
stories to stand the truth

When we counted life in hours
the world would fit in our hands
and awe us.
We left the worrying to the dead.

It takes quite a long extension chord, but then you get a great concert at the lake, between the rocks and the trees. All music belongs to nature.

Golden trees stand still.
I think of you and miss you.
Past and present grieve.

Evonity, 7-18-2008

Golden trees stand still.
I think of you and miss you.
Past and present grieve.

Evonity, 7-18-2008