Bah I Say Not Meaning It
Tree huggers bah I say,
not meaning it.
Asking forgiveness from the oak I hug daily.
But this is the Midwest
Where people make fun of nature lovers
Calling them fruits and nuts
Give me fruits and nuts any day
Let me run wild and free, bare naked,
dancing in the grass with my beetles and fairies
Let me delight in the violets and the knotholes.
Take me to the squirrel’s nest and let me feed her baby
My days are spent outside, in my verdant sanctuary
Chanting my truth in ancient non-words given to me by spirit
As the bluest of skies sends crisp white clouds to laugh at my mirth
We laugh together, nature and I for joy is rampant out here
I dance my truth, chanting at the top of my strength
Marching past the lilac which blooms to listen
Tree huggers, bah, I say
enjoying the mushrooms, the bees, the butterflies,
The moths, the wasps, the snakes and the faeries
Because it is good practice to fit in
Not because it has anything to do
with the inner child me
who is dancing daily
in the forest
hugging my delighted oaks.
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