Seen collectively

Trees are easy to dismiss as all the same

Time spent with them however

Tells a different story

They are each unique

From bark pattern to leaf

To colour to lean

To growth

And that is one species alone

So I go where trees grow

To untangle my own

Feelings

Because feelings

To the person who numbs everything

Into a grey morass of uncertain mess

Because they have no time to untangle

That

Right now

Because they have no wish to feel

That

Right now

Become dense and strange

Unfortunately

All living organisms are the same

They will eventually erupt

If left to become overly full and fester

So how to unwind

the over worked mind

Is a bit of a quandary in itself.

I glance at trees as I pass

And wonder

What am I feeling right now?

And the trees

Used to speaking to the wind

Take it all in

Never uttering a sound

Because only silence

Allows

Negatively charged energy to leak out

Safely

And the sweat paints trails along my spine

As I tramp and let go of all the things my mind

Finds it difficult to let go of usually

I see leaves of a hundred different shades

Patterns

That have dropped because they simply forgot

To hold on

A few snaps of 24 hours spent in one of my favourite places. Restoration for the price of a $59 non powered overnight campsite (it’s far cheaper if you stay longer) with such limited internet service that I was forced to stare at trees until it drizzled and then curl up in my tent and read. I wish the internet had never happened, but then also – I love information and writing, so enforced time offline is a must.