Wish I can invert this animal existence of mine into a plantation just not a single tree, but an entire forest of me radiating green vibrations into the ether of silence. A number of our kids protein their tentacle seeking noise, whispering the language of hidden moss. Fermenting addiction of the leaves to the sunlight. Licking moisture from the ocean of wind with a million tongue deep light through the minuscule mouth, atoms appear with grain of teeth