poem of the day May 19

I wonder 

if trees

ever complain

of their lives

Do they scream

"My god

these bugs

are fierce"

Or

"I can't believe

it is so cold

and I am not

cozy in my roots"

Or are those daily

hot and bothered 

high pitched 

superficial moans

solely complaints 

reserved for

whining shallow people

like me and my human