I belong amongst the trees

To lay

still, half-buried in the dirt

I am convinced that any other way of living is delusion

And nothing more

Let the hair I blossom be my leaves

Might my place be a humble cell in a grand ecosystem

I don’t want to be anything

The Earth’s fertile productivity is enough for me

Pointless complexities stupefy me

Meaningful simplicities enlighten me

There is nothing to do here

but play

I think we are playing the game wrong

And I think we forgot that it is indeed a game