do you hear it?

There’s a tree in the wood that is falling away

yes - I am speaking of this very day

have you seen it?

It goes slothishly slow as molasses you’ve had

barely seems it is falling - like nothing real bad

I don’t want to describe the end of its fall - it is tumultuously sad - as I’m forced to recall

do you see it?

There’s a tree in the wood that is falling away

yes - I am speaking of this very day

have you smelled it?

It smells like sweet-sap and wet-sawdust combined

it smells like a whittle in your hand or mine

it smells oh so faintly like weak turpentine - but it’s not

do you smell it?

there’s a tree in the wood that is falling away

yes - I am speaking of this very day

can you taste it?

It’s bitter and mmmm -  most slipperily-moist

but clean as a birdsong in mating-time voice

the taste makes your tongue run in cyclical time

like that first ever tasting of vinegary-wine

do you taste it?

There’s a tree in the wood that is falling away

yes - I am speaking of this very day

have you felt it?

It feels like a leak from heaven’s vast sea

it aches like lost-lovers do - perpetually

trees are our spirits moving slowly through time

and there is only one-tree that the cosmos calls mine

do you feel it?

by

Mikhail