A hand runs across the bark, absorbing its dry texture, warmed by the afternoon sun. Green light filters through the treetops, dappling the lush undergrowth below. A freshness in the air. Pollen catches on the breeze. Frogs croak. Birds chatter. The earth runs rich with minerals and the air is thick with moisture. The time of man has come and gone. Humans are a part of this world now, not straining themselves to get above it. The time of earth is now.
Paddy Dobson
18th February 2021