i always speak of my "favoritest most bestest" tree,
and other things i think are swell.
that tree was on my way to work
when i used to work a housekeeping job.
i used to stop and photograph it all the time.
it seemed so ordinary,
and yet it was so spectacular.
every season it looked different although it barely changed.
it was(and hopefully still is)
on the side of a road surrounded by other trees.
for some reason i felt that that particular tree was speaking to me,
telling me I was a bright shining star,
even though i was scrubbing toilets for a living.
let's hope that tree was right;
i think the earth speaks to us...
but some folks just want to silence it with mcdonald's
side-of-the-road garbage,
and beer cans(of the cheapest variety).
these reprehensible creatures should be gagged with a dunkin' donuts
plastic cup filled with snuffed out cigarette butts.
anyways, i'm going to keep hugging trees
and keeping it real.
