hour hands

when the time is right
the trees take flight
giving up their prized possessions
a planetary moment n a rock
on a ledge
on an indescretion roots fanged
deep into purple earth
where snails crawl and give birth
to more snails spiders and diamonds
things slowly crawling with their casatles tied tight on heir back
like the proverbial mishmash

the trees will wind up in heaven
heavy homes left behind
left in a rish
left in a daze
left for good
left forgotten
not needed
not terrific but not refined

the trees will whisper to the sky
waving their viny hands
millions of green fans
letting the wind bow
to another land
leaving water dissolute
desolate man and all of his plans
where the problems began