Nature Stream o' Consciousness
And so the sun regales us, the manifold fingers filet us, from the red beat tree, the barricuda florentine, the messianic rock of ground-covering stones absorbing heat. All the senses are sharpened in the pleasantly humid air. There are oxygen-giving herbs & willows, stodgy pines and whispering oaks – oh oak, croak, am I suffering from toxic shock cubical syndrome? Only babe from breast is more unnaturally separated as human from earth and sky.
The sun is equatorial, the flowers propulsive, the landscape lush. A large bush-like tree has needle up-thrusts, protruding spines from the mass of large green leaves and it reminds me of those moments in Florida, or more specifically, Busch Gardens. Pine away, pine away, pine away all!