Where March 21 2019 is a day of multiple observances. #internationaldayofforests #worldownsyndromeday #worldpoetryday #worldpuppetryday #happyholi
The lesson of the forest
Part 1
I walked alone into the forest,
Searching for peace, meaning; within me,
Hoping to find, a place to self-reflect, to rest
To ponder, what in me, is not letting me be; free.
Such difficulty to live, grow, in harmony
So much discord, such hatred among race
Such disparity, the 1 percent, the ones with no money
Swirling thoughts in my head space; no solace.
I reached a clearing in the woods, a place to think,
Cradling my weary head, against a tree trunk,
I took a breath, oxygen from this carbon sink
Mind screaming for a way out of this funk; to debunk.
Part 2
On the forest floor, lay, orange decomposing leaves
Time, slowly churning it into food, nutrients,
Tiny ferns, grasses, green, a new layer of relief,
The wet soil, brimming with scents; nascent.
Shifting my gaze off the ground, the brown bushes,
The first thicket, a growth of shrubs, slants,
Tiny leaves, shades of yellow, clumps, brushes,
In the understory, a story, of plants; enchants.
Above the shade, an umbrella, a screen,
Maturity, trees, protective, stand tall,
Some barren, deciduous, some verdant, evergreen
Open to sunlight, to snowfall, rainfall; above all.
Growing, supporting each other, in a common biome,
A diverse set of species, stringing together, life,
The resource hogs, with the bogs, in one home,
Unswirling, revealing, the answers to my strife; rife.
Part 3
Categories of people, labels, segments,
Created on purpose by masters, to control marionettes,
Chance playing a role in birthplace, skin color pigments,
Colored ideologies, shaped by regrets, debts; threats.
Our planet is a wondrous place, a beautiful world,
A spinning, oblate spheroid, energized only by the sun,
Undifferentiated beings in a spectrum, young and old,
Be it blue-eyed, dark-skinned, Trisonomy 21; everyone.
Like the forest, I will live and let live,
I will find my path, my purpose,
Take what I need, everything else I will give,
To all others, this ask I propose, in close; in prose
