Trees
make oxygen
from
carbon dioxide.
They
turn bad into good.
They
help to make
the
air we breathe
fit
to breathe.
I
want to do this:
to
take what I find
distasteful
in the world
and
convert it
into
something
that
sustains us all.
The
alchemy of trees…
If
I could master their secret
then
maybe I’d transmute
my
own breath into prayer,
and
then pray
unceasingly,
as I believe
the
trees do
for
us–
that
we might be
more like them.
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