It’s easy to miss this.
each tree, each blade of grass,
a constantly dancing
mating ritual.

Majestic,
leaves and branches
****** outward
To stroke the world.
It’s ****.
These ancient creatures
Hanging over us.

What artwork!
The sculptures of  twisted branches,
knotted bark.

The cars and people
fly by day after day,
forgetting to notice.

Slow down,
Press your fleshy palms
against an aching body,
Listen to It calling out

Love me.

--Jack Singer