for this i am thankful

[somewhere above stanford ave, i believe]

'i think i'll always feel at
home under the trees,' i told him, and
he smiled. it's true, though i only
recently discovered it. i grew
up surrounded by greenery, beneath
a canopy alive with whispering leaves and
chattering birds, wistful avian songs my
soundtrack, glittering fireflies illuminating black
foliage in syncopated rhythm while i try to keep
track, keep
up with the universal symphony, keep
an eye on the conductor.

the trees they are part
of me, their roots are
my roots and so how joyous to live
once more in their embrace.