The old-growth forest
disappearing from this land
for reflex paper
Category: trees
Haiku: Time
trees embody time,
humans are time in motion,
time is within us
Haiku: Infamy
The history books,
they tell of your infamy;
you destroyed the trees.
Haiku: Soft Heart
To wish for a love
Someone kind to a soft heart
I talk to the trees
Lost in Stories
Photo – Holga Jen
The trees bend towards me
as the forest listens to my stories.
I spin stories for the greedy trees
as birds circle and animals play.
The trees beg for just one more,
so I stay a little longer waiting for the rain.
The coming storm

It’s been too long for you and me, but we cannot touch each other for the sun is too hot, and our skin is too dry.
The humidity creeps higher and higher, yet there’s no relief in this hell. Nature wants her way.
I would tell you about my day, then you could do the same, yet we’re too spent to move.
Then the buzz begins. We are electric and wired to what’s coming from the atmosphere.
Birds in the sky fly away or chat madly in the trees; there are so many parrots, sparrows, and a few cockatoos and rosellas.
The cat meows nervously and begins purring loudly, rubbing against us, hoping for a lap or pats.
Outside, the wind picks up, the trees blow about, and the madness sets into our minds.
We’re wired and starting to feel increasingly weird when the lightning crashes.
Then the rain begins to pour hard. We start to smell the rain, and we feel the change.
Laying about listening to the rain, we begin to touch one another. Our skin is so wet now.
Pink Roses

Her mind was calm
until she saw
those pink roses.
Now, with his help,
she starts dissolving;
dissolving and
running into puddles.
She can’t stop the ache,
which clouds her mind and
blurs the pink roses.
There is only one cure;
only the trees need stare now.