If Humans Become Trees © Surazeus 2024 12 18 If humans become trees when we grow old then I want to become the apple tree that grows unseen in the middle of town where only children notice my existence for they can see the essence of all things before words distort what our minds perceive. If humans become trees when snowflakes swirl then I want to become the white pine tree that grows tall on the rugged mountain ridge where the prophet who escaped Babylon hears voice of God in whisper of the wind from the hurricane that destroyed his city. If humans become trees when bombs explode then I want to become the maple tree that grows on lake shore in the wilderness where men collect sap and boil it to syrup for children from low-income families to eat breakfast free before they learn math. If humans become trees when stars burn out then I want to become the willow tree that grows enormous among city ruins where mothers take their children to the park so they can learn rules of social behavior we use to fight civil wars over Heaven. If humans become trees when ships collide then I want to become the rowan tree that grows from cemetery of dead gods where storytellers memorize burned books which recount history of Gothinia till it was conquered by invading hordes. If humans become trees when gods depart then I want to become the olive tree that grows from rotting corpse of Artemis who wins election as the President whose policies balance equality with individual rights of happiness. If humans become trees when cities fall then I want to become the walnut tree that grows from core of the cathedral nave where wingless angels design and build planes so we can fly to Heaven in the clouds where Jupiter reigns on his crystal throne. If humans become trees when kids are born then I want to become the chestnut tree that grows in courtyard of the sprawling house where descendants of the mad scientist cherish illusions of religious faith through banana republic of the world.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings heart-enchanting melody that calls all the trees of the forest to assemble and dance in the ring of floating stones.
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