Crown A Poem by Kay Ryan www.poetryfoundation.org Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to. naturetreesmelancholytouch
tree.fm A Website www.tree.fm Tune Into Forests From Around The World. Escape, Relax & Preserve. Shinrin-yoku soundnaturetreesmusicmicrosites
Who has seen the wind? A Poem by Christina Rossetti www.poetryfoundation.org Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. The Wind Rises windtreesseeing
Every Thing An Essay from Every So Often a Talking Dog Appears by Smiljan Radić A crumpled drawingThe tower
A crumpled drawing A child is walking with a crumpled drawing in his hand. Someone asks him if the crumped drawing has a "name"... "Every thing," he replies. nameschildhood
The tower The tower is just a common grater. It is not used to look out toward a distant world from above, but only to slice, grind and grate its surroundings. Anyone who stepped inside would see an irremediably cold, metallic, empty void, and a few scattered holes where the world literally seeps through in pieces. It is a sad project. After the Fair architecturemelancholydarkness