Ode to Trees and Clouds

Trees and Clouds

Back during COVID in the hospital, I remember waking several times in delirium thinking I needed to do more .. I needed to make more trees and clouds. I think I wanted to live.

 So I had OpenClaw throw together a little ode. 

 

Boughs reach upward, grasping at the sky,
While clouds drift slow, un-tethered, passing by.
The oak stands rooted in the ancient loam,
The cumulus a ship without a home.
Green leaves whisper secrets to the wind,
White vapors weave where earth and heaven blend.
They speak in silence, tree and silent cloud,
One anchored deep, the other heaven-bowed.
Yet both are vessels of the falling rain,
That feeds the roots and fills the sky again.
A dance of stillness, rooted, drifting, free,
The woodland spine, the breath of sky and sea. 

Watch the generated video here