At Night all the Trees are Human and all the Humans are Trees.
The humans, slumbering in soft beds, hard beds, on rocks, and in city alleys,
are frozen in place. Even when levitating in the air on a jetliner 
slicing through the air, the sleeping human-being is a tree.
Still. Even when the dreams are nightmares. Vulnerable to the elements. Sleep will have her say and way with the mighty human. That is the only way the human can know the joys and sorrows of being a tree. Vulnerable but never alone. For the soul wells up like a nourishing spring, but never forces her hand on the human, who forces his chainsaw of greed and power on the tree. 

Yes, the trees, by day are short and tall and petit and stalky, and bulky, too. 
Willowy, craggy, and smooth and shiny like a cherry, too. Loving and Indifferent.

I never tire of these tree-beings, in their infinite varieties of green, and gray, and brown. Brown, the color of the soil, the earth that is my body, my beautiful chestnut brown body, that my beloved mother almost birthed on a trail in the woods on the way to a birthing place. 

Trees. Trees. Trees.

At night all the trees are human, 
Friendly canopies by day 
are towering, wide-mouthed laughing monsters by night.
Scary jackals, hyenas, and leopards by night, that is, 
until I stop staring and behold the gift of vision.
The trees have always offered me this gift anywhere on this Beloved Earth.

Being human, I forgot that fear, like love does not only live out there
But right here in my own bosom.
Like an erotic arousal, the fear of the dancing, laughing trees at night
Lives within and will not leave until I yield. 
Until I don’t just ditch the fear, but metabolize it, 
for it is in the metabolism that I am gifted with vision to behold, 
to witness, the trees in ecstatic communion and dance by night.

It must have been this erotic, this ecstatic, the day I was conceived,
for I still remember and bear witness 
to the Trees’ plumes of light and joy and impartiality.
By day and by night.

I thank them all: My Parents and the Trees,
I am here. I dance my own erotic, ecstatic dance of being alive.
Of being Human by day, and a Tree by night.