Imagine, every tree we cut down, someone we love walks into the distance, transforms into a slim cypher, then nothing. Gone. Trees disappearing from Earth, this feels like watching people I love striding off.
In or into the past, once someone leaves us, they're history.
The human back akin to a landscape - side-on. Spine a concealed snake reaching into our minds from the distance where tails used to be.
Every tree we plant and care for gives oxygen more breadth. Shimmering silhouettes spin, return, fill out, embrace us when we welcome them. Alive. People we love remain here.
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This is lovely - full of sentiment and beautiful imagery. I love the phrase "transforms into a slim cypher."
ReplyDeletelike loved ones striding off - powerful image.
ReplyDelete*going to hug one of the trees*
I am with you on this. Trees disappearing feels like watching people I love stride off. Lovely, true and poetic.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sentiment expressed almost poetically-love it and could not agree with you more:-)
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ReplyDeleteLovely. Thanks for being a part of our big 99th!
ReplyDeleteO glorious to read your comments. Discovered them recently, no idea they were not sent to my email account. Thank you so much for your kindness and support. xx
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