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.
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