But any lack of water could mislead someone
These woods are bulging, saturated, pregnant.
You would not think that to look at them,
spindly limbs swallowed by color and sunlight.
So many people hike through these woods,
on the main trail and the side ones that wind
through brush and around huge oaks and elms.
Most hike alone, lost in thoughts, trailing
fragments of emotion that radiate from them.
Their relationships mired in complexities,
the loneliness of so many searchers;
people not recognizing what a gift solitude is,
accompanied by trees and bushes that do not
condemn, nitpick, complain, gossip, or lie.
So many humans walking off their angst,
running down their frustrations to the paved trail,
shedding sweat and emotions that range the gamut.
Happiness, mirth, contentment, sadness, anger,
bitterness, hatred, determination, ambition, hope…
The trees ought to topple with all of that weight
of emotives from thousands of walkers,
runners, bikers and everyone else moving along.
The shrubbery ought to sag down to the ground,
would if human emotions weighed as much as snow!
So the heavily laden wooded areas struggle on,
sprouting new leaves and wildflowers with
every miraculous springtime –
Despite the constant littering, spitting, cursing,
sweating, grunting and yes, emoting human hordes
that trample through almost every day, regardless
of weather or any kind of ecological concern.
It is amazing that anything is left standing at all,
besides human-constructed edifices,
emotional or material.
