Day 3- Waimea Valley
- nguyenpauline3
- Nov 8, 2017
- 1 min read

Trees strong, monuments of genesis earth
Roots deep like earth-tears, torn from volcanic veins
Clawing down into pit of stomach, into molten core
Stand strong, move it not
Branches,out like black, dust-twisted lightning
Blood-veins of arboreal sap
Curved and bent, by wind's godly hands
Distortion of straight, zip-zapping madness

Cluster of contorted, tangled, straggly
A static of electricity, gone wrong
Inventor's hair, blown up
Big, thick, wooden snakes-
It is almost if it is a painting
Carved, from nature's colors
Green and black and green and black
Over and over and over again
Weaving a pattern of hue and shade
Texture and breadth
Mixture and breath

Bridge to forever, forests tall
Jurassic world, world opening up before you
Step forth into tree'd grove, into awed forest
Yawning, yearning, jaw'ing
Palm trees bursting into life
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Welcome to the world.

Enter, the forest
See, what is there
Look, with your eyes
And observe

Do you see
Do you observe
Can you see all that there is
No, you can't.
You can never see all that there is.
You see the light in the trees
You see how they shine
How they slip through
But you do not see
The universe ebbing, in between each of those cracks
The patchwork of green million's
The enormous beauty of the world
You do not see
Never solved, never puzzled

But this you can see
Of river and rock
Of stream unfold
Of opening, and continuum
Rush, and swim, and flow
Be, my friend
Be
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Welcome to the world.
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