the long sleep

the long sleep We got up late that morning bills all bills paid it was autumn, a morning and cold righteous and smug under the duvet I have 500 photos taken of threes  young trees, mature trees and pale, dead trees, birds avoid  Should I make a collection titled "Trees in our life" I have on my nightstand a must-read book so far left unread it is the "must read" I dislike Olive trees can last long and are  useful for Palestinians as long  as grim settlers stop burning them  These horrible people who believe God has blessed them and they suffer from the arrogance in their ethnicity  at the drive up to my village  stands a tree that, if it could talk  will tell us when Jesus and Maria  rested, in its shade  I have changed my mind about dead trees, it must be lonely to be dead to be peed on by drunken hunters Life is like that we hate what we will become