Intimations of Sentience Overheard from Evergreens in a Forest Pristine—A Poem by Hyatt Carter
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Two sounds we dread with a pain raw and max:
Screams of a chain saw, the chop of an ax.
If you think that we are woodenly mute,
Hist! we cry out, each, from leaf, limb, and fruit.
In winter when wind in our branches moans,
See! green in needles, kernels in our ko-ans.
Smell! ponder the roses, sunshine dapples,
And in our forest find sundew chapels.
Hush! clouds appear, shape shifting, overhead,
Rainfall, rainbow, the woods are wet and red.
Feel! how rainwater soaks, plumbing the roots,
Spring splashing new growth and golden shoots.
We cherish temples of evergreen, enter, Laud!
Viriditas! O! the greening jouissance of God.
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A poem by Hyatt Carter read by an AI voice I created, a voice that some of you may easily recognize.
HyC