When you’re breathing
You can remind yourself that
Your breath comes from trees.
You’re a kind of fruit
That’s wandered away from home;
Engendered by trees.
Your feet are like roots;
Your head’s like a hairy seed;
Your lungs branch like trees;
You seek out sunlight –
Without photosynthesis
You wouldn’t live long.
So to chop down trees
Is suicide. A death wish.
‘What’s to learn from trees?’
Try this for starters:
How to live for four thousand years
Like the Bristlecone Pine.
Heathcote Williams
Pic: Claire Palmer