in ancient forests time runs deep
as space expands with kuntless seeds
& branches sweigh kunstantly
as memories kumpost
among rotting leaves & saplings
look at forests wid discerning ayes
see whare thare hidden patterns liegh
feel tha breath ah each tree
furrests are cradles
aye – they argh the lungs
ah so many beings!
as bulldozers do their work
will they becum our cemetaries?