O never harm the dreaming world,
the world of green, the world of leaves,
but let its million palms unfold
the adoration of the trees.
It is a love in darkness wrought
obedient to the unseen sun,
longer than memory, a thought
deeper than the graves of time.
The turning spindles of the cells
weave a slow forest over space,
the dance of love, creation,
out of time moves not a leaf,
and out of summer, not a shade.
Kathleen Raine, "Vegetation".
5 comments:
A forest! Or a frog's POV from the bathroom floor of the Plaza Hotel! Lovely, C!
Always a frog's point of view.
Thanks.
Wow, I love this! Super awesome! Love the green. Ah, of course...created by a certain frog ;-)
Excellent, the plans for world froggification keep winning adepts. One more.
The Space Algae basks in the light of its triple star system.
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