More Trees, Less Assholes

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


By Heathcote Williams

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