Save the Walnut: Inspired By the Overstory

There’s not a sound In the woods But for the lone, heavy Thump Of a walnut Shed From its tree To the ground, Re-affirming That the Earth Is not hollow. I’m startled by the thud, so thick, so full It could be a bull Stomping its hoof into a dry field, But, the Earthy wallop reveals An abundance From underneath, A community of roots Braid together like the synapse connections Of a human brain, So that the forest of trees Breathes as one From the soil, That’s alive, thinking, blinking With a 100 million Microbe languages Chirping Through its heavenly rot From God, A summon to a muddy galaxy, To a billion year old feast Where man and tree Were first split from the same, single seed From Eden, The trees Eating the sunlight And making the air fresh Like miracle machines Chasing, in divine migration, The retreat of the butterfly glaciers From Man, The fauna of new love, The discovery of, A little poem And its feelings swiped from a scroll of paper; It says, The world is not a place with trees. Indeed, the trees are the world. When a walnut Falls, The universe remembers, And shakes.