It’s been a couple weeks. I honestly haven’t been motivated to write, even just posting old poems. I’ve acknowledged the emotions and setbacks and now I’m just hoping to pick back up where I started.

Going for walks really help me clear my head. Today I went to a local park nearby. It has some amazing trees there. With that brief walk I felt a little inspiration come back. With the nice weather, I think I’m going to start going to the park to write and see where it takes me.

Here’s a little new piece:

If Trees Could Talk

I can only imagine

The things trees have seen

The things they have heard

What they would say

From decades of growth

And everything in between

From perfect peace and seclusion

To chaos and delusion

Can you picture the trees who had to bear

Bodies in nooses?

Can you picture the trees who gave

Food for generations to come?

Can you picture the trees who saw wars?

Can you picture the trees who were cut

down for concrete roads and parking lots?

The trees that saw families through in

happy and sad times

The trees that saw countries divided

And people come together

The tree huggers

The tree loggers

The bare hands that planted them

The bare hands that cut them down

If trees could talk

We would learn so much

We would be more mindful to not take

Them for granted

We would thank them for still standing

We would thank them for the breath of

fresh air

We would thank them for their shelter

If trees could talk

We, humans

Would be better

[05.05.2019]