Over the road in the park there is a man looking at trees. He walks around looking up at them and when he is finished looking at one he turns away, only to find another, so he heads on over for a closer look, walks around it, head back, gazing upwards. He might be thinking about how beautiful are the trees. How wondrous nature is. He might be bringing god into it. He might be thinking words like height and girth or he might just have green on his mind. He is wondering about these trees. He might be thinking about how good it would feel to chop these trees down, about the feel of the blade against the trunk. It might be blue he has on his mind and he might be thinking about how good the sky would look if there weren’t all these trees in the way.
© Jenny Bornholdt