Trees and Bushes

trees and bushes

trees and the bushes dont mind
our rubbish and trash
they grow perfectly still
through our storms, only
wind can alter their branches

and the crows and the sparrows
are playing together
this morning,
they dont mind our differences,
they simply celebrate
for the cause of things

keep your eyes to the
birds and the trees
for they simply
celebrate,
every day every day every day
they grow closer to everything

trees and the bushes
dont mind our emptiness
they dont feel the confusion,
cant see the dishonest faces
of men

and they carry on in foliage costumes,
look this one wears and ivy vest,
this one with mossy knees,
it occurs to me,
they dance a certain dance
in rhythm with the breeze

and the crows and the sparrows
are playing together this morning
they dont mind our differences
they simply celebrate for the
cause of things

keep your eyes to the
birds and the trees
for they simply celebrate,
every day every day every
day they grow closer to
everything


written walking my regular route to work early mornings over the course of a week in summertime 1997.