My eyes are making shapes in the trees.
I lie below these animals as they make music.
I can see the stars past all the leaves.
They are making themselves known tonight.
I’ve never seen them shine this bright.
They seek to tell me their thoughts.

I think they’re telling me that something is happening,
I’m not particularly involved, but they can see
That someday something special will happen to me.
When that someday comes, the stars will grin with glee.
The stars are overflowing with a special foresight.
They always see the things being fulfilled
But at the same time, they see many forms of regression.

I ponder over all these things.
I can’t imagine what kind of progression mankind is making.
The world seems to be passing away with time.
I stare into the moving shadows of the trees.

Now the trees are trying to tell me something.
A great gust of wind comes up
And shakes many of the fall leaves off the grand tree.
They fall around me and cradle their graves.
The trees say people are dying,
That they want to help, and they’ll still keep trying.
Even the invisible provision the trees give
People are destroying without consideration.
A leaf falls to my face wiping my tears.
Sad for this poor, dying, old tree

I roll over to find myself greeting the earth itself.
It pulls me closer and closer
To where I find myself sinking.
A forceful rattle impresses the feeling of pain into my thoughts.
The earth is speaking now.
It wants my full attention.
It says it’s dying too.
All of its means of support are crying in anguish.
Its closest friends are being carried off and burned.
The earth knows I understand its oppression.

I spread out my arms across the earth,
Hugging it as it erupts and whines.
This once peaceful being is withering away.
With each dying animal it encounters on its surface
It cries and screams for it knows this has to be.
This beautiful earth keeps telling me of its hideousness
It tells me of its long past splendor.
My face kisses the earth.

I’m drawn closer and closer to my new friend.
The coldness of the thick, blemished air discomforts me.
I tuck my hands under my body
It is down to me and the earth now.
The tree drops more leaves to blanket my body
The stars tuck me in and say goodnight
And I become earth’s newest addition and closest friend.