Laughter Of Young Trees

Laughter Of Young Trees
© Surazeus
2025 11 29

After working thirty-five years in sales 
at the largest telecom company 
on the west coast where horses still have wings 
I decide to build new vacation home 
in land of Mordor where the darkness glows 
from flaming volcanoes of happiness. 

The last apple on the tree of blind ghosts 
shines brighter than the moon in black rain clouds, 
which fills my heart with questions about why 
we work so hard to gain success with pride 
when time erases everything we build 
so all we have are thoughts of hungry hope. 

Though few remember laughter of young trees 
framed as oil painting on living room wall, 
I listen for strange voices in the hall 
that whisper softly about melting wealth 
of snow that feeds the valley river flow 
where souls of children still play hide and seek. 

So we lounge on lush grass in meadow grove 
and weave bright flowers in our flowing hair 
while pregnant sheep graze in afternoon light 
where shadows of clouds ripple in our hearts 
till ancient angel on the sudden hill 
signals danger with ominous flute tunes. 

Beyond protective shield of sparkling air 
the universe is black with starless thoughts 
in curving mirror that reflects our minds 
as ocean swirls of words we share in song 
that shifts emergent flash of endless time 
so we feel beams of light inside our hearts. 

Our bodies disappear by increments 
of vibrant chemicals transforming brains 
with each day we dream search for treasure chest 
buried under foundation stone of wealth 
that still records the heart-contorting sound 
of fruit trees uprooted from global law. 

Yet dreams from minds of dreamers who have died 
invade delicate neural net of tropes 
which program how my brain perceives the world 
so I become other people at night 
who teach me moral lessons of despair 
so I know how to avoid their mistakes. 

Translucent truths of private agonies 
deny true freedom to my aching heart 
so I return to office cubicle 
where I write riddles from atomic code 
to analyze weird social frequencies 
that radiate spirit of the fallen god.