The trees are extremely alive . . . - LeRoy C. Breunig

"ADIEU

The glimmer farther away than the head
The heart-skip
On the slope where the air rolls its voice
The spokes of the wheel
the sun in the rut
At the crossroads
near the embankment
a prayer
Some words that are not heard
Nearer the sky
And on its steps
the last square of light

("Adieu")"

The lock in the heart that shatters
A thread of silk
A thread of lead
A thread of blood
After these waves of silence

The happiness of man is devoid of chlorophyll no doubt because its specific condition is to evolve in the darkest and dankest caves of the heart.