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Day 3- Waimea Valley

  • Writer: nguyenpauline3
    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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