Trees; an affront to imposed rigidity and structural predictability,
contrasting the angles raised of long blocks that contain them,
(parks- a slight, conceding effort;)
defying street boundaries;
interrupting, inconvenienced by countless collections of 90 degrees;
spreading roots with great effort, nonetheless.
To be well and free against the opposing absolute and certainty of man-made resolve, in an immediate world of molds and intended order.
In a time where plans are steadfast; where chance is made scant;
lessened; unappreciated, threatened by homogeneity.
I will sing the songs that rise up from beneath my feet, that the pavement has not permeated. I will sing the songs that are not mine to keep.
I will sing what comes forth, be I know not from where.
Songs to soften, with hopes of bringing broader breath to asphyxiated systems surrounded in soil.
Songs to ease the rattle of drilling for more more more when all is what we’ve already, collectively got.
Songs to hug at the earth burdened by those who appreciate her not, yet tug tug and tug relentless at her spine, yes.
Everyday. Back breaking acts in detached formation. Embroiled in entitled ideals.
When did people learn that nature was to be conquered and what happened to their songs?
With trees so tall to walk beside, how can they not feel a hum?
Pigeon Heart Ponderings 
Oh this is something! I really like the way you write. Thank you for leading me here …. 🌹
Ah! Thanks so much for reading. I’m so glad you like it.
It feels good, eh? We’re lucky to have this.
Yes, it feels marvellous..to have this platform to write and to meet like minded, sweet expressive souls 🌹
Wow. This is like the soundtrack of mother nature. Just epic writing. I especially love this,
”
I will sing the songs that rise up from
beneath my feet, that the pavement
has not permeated. I will sing the
songs that are not mine to keep.
I will sing what comes forth, be I know
not from where”
Beautiful.
-A.G.
thanks so much. I live around the block from a park with such massive trees that I had to pay tribute to them in what they do for me daily. I appreciate both your time and kind words so much.
xo
Lisa
You’re very welcome. I was made aware of your blog by one of my collective’s editors, Wilde Taylor. I look forward to reading more.
-A.G.