Admission

I see the trees the trees Speak to me In siloquiscent tremblings Of shaking branches And falling leaves So quiet and tense A psychadelic panacea Of hallucinegitic properties At night I lay beneath The dark star filled Skies the moon My beacon the North Star my compass And I dream of a Less complicated Existence where the Air is clean the Water is not polluted And cancer is just a Six letter word Preferably never Staged or written