a poem: a mammal soul
by tobias crabtree
because there are roots under trees,
to try and speak my heart.
there is a pinching,
between forever past and forever future,
that is now.
i have this mind,
because there are trees above roots,
and inside, a mammal soul.
(and i can take little credit for being here, i am, as we all are, a child of this blue-green world. it is up to me, and you, to realize the preciousness of our situation. let your ego sleep for a second, let the world see your gentle soul)