When people say, “nature is my religion” are they talking about flies that feed on shit, maggots in decomposing corpses, lionesses with stained teeth and mouths full of blood? Are they talking about floods and fires and things from which we should always run? Are they talking about carcasses, rot, death?
Or do they just mean “this particular copse of benign trees is my religion”
You can’t hug a tree without touching all the rot it took to grow it.
You can’t hug a tree
without touching all the rot
it took to grow it.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.























