w9 y14
There is a lack of mirrors, not necessarily literal.
So I have mimicked the forest.
After a short time I found this to be foolish.
But there is something to the nature of nature that will not release me.
And the roots of these Oaks stretch farther than their branches indicate.
And I hold something in my hand to remind me how to forget
And in the mean time I watch for branches; branches that crane their joints to follow me.
And I watch for the smog instilled in living wood; corrupted with humanity.
Still I see that those who worship the trees never dare to become them.
Perhaps no one has.
Yet I wouldn't advise it, I think we have polluted their modesty.
So I have mimicked the forest.
After a short time I found this to be foolish.
But there is something to the nature of nature that will not release me.
And the roots of these Oaks stretch farther than their branches indicate.
And I hold something in my hand to remind me how to forget
And in the mean time I watch for branches; branches that crane their joints to follow me.
And I watch for the smog instilled in living wood; corrupted with humanity.
Still I see that those who worship the trees never dare to become them.
Perhaps no one has.
Yet I wouldn't advise it, I think we have polluted their modesty.