A man I knew, no longer with us, once told me to always look up since life in the treetops is where the fruit lies.
And I certainly have found this to be true.
Nests and carved boughs where raccoons doze during the day. Hawks perched on branches viewing it all. Squads of birds standing sentry protecting their own while squirrels scurry by, on their way someplace.
It’s as though Central Park is a duplex with different dramas on its upper floors.
Trees talk, something I learned from Bill Hicks who taught me to really look for their faces etched in the bark.
Mother Nature is no amateur when it comes to beauty, she just doesn’t preen as much as hopes you’ll see it on your own.
There’s a rhythm to the flora as it sways in the wind, a beat I can tap into becoming one with her fabled orchestra…
When I see people on their phones ignoring their present, I want to yelp in protest.
Then a dog with a big smile trots by reminding me he gets it…and I get it…so all is not lost when you remember to just look up to nature’s altar brimming with beauty as birdsong beams you higher.
Have a great weekend. Looking up in a