Are you a tree hugger? Here’s today’s poem from p.10 of NATURAL BEAUTY AND OTHER POEMS.
Advocate for the protection of woodlands or a fool trying to save the world? A crunchy, natural deodorant, faux hippie or deep ecologist respecting all life? Somewhere along this spectrum, do you find yourself somedays?
Perhaps when “visiting Nature” or walking a sandy beach picking up litter like you were taught by some conservation speech.
Or one more new green deal; can we connect while grieving as our life slowly goes extinct?
Will we someday find ourselves leaving, hugging a tree with our last breath or volunteer our organs to a research body farm?
What will it take to realize we are born and die in Mother Earth’s arms?