Rob Ayling writes: It just felt right to include a daily poem from Thom on our Gonzo blog and when I approached him to do so, he replied with in seconds!!! Thom is a great talent and just wants to spread poetry, light and positive energy across the globe. If we at Gonzo can help him do that - why not?"
WHILE YOU ARE SLEEPING
ALL TREES ARE BREATHING
transforming carbon dioxide into
oxygen
When you awaken(to birdsong
morning)
You see a clarity that has taken
lifetimes
Trees became casualties when
ignored
They want to be left in
wilderness
We chop and clear/turn them into
houses
Bodies of dead trees lay on lumber
trucks
Perhaps you were a seed once
Maybe you grew like a sapling/thin
,tall
Perhaps you grew among
elders(protected/protective)
In a family of multi-species,with orchestral
birds as soundtracks
Rings let them know how old you were before
tree murder
The desk ,this chair,once grew tall and
higher
Let sleeping trees dream
Awaken to a forest dawning
Be tree.
The Night Life of Trees – gorgeous
handmade art based on ancient Indian mythology
What ancient Indian mythology has to do
with fair-trade entrepreneurship and the timeless love of books.
brainpickings.org|By Maria
Popova
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