Forest is Mother
May 11, 2024
The ultimate mother…
Be my mother, I said to the trees, in the language of trees, which can’t be transcribed, and they shook their hair back, and they bent low with their many arms, and they looked into my eyes as only trees can look into the eyes of a person, they touched me with the rain on their fingers till I was all droplets, till I was a mist, and they said they would.
Emily Berry, “Canopy,” Stranger, Baby
