the ideology of the trees

listen out for the ideology of the trees
and you’ll hear nothing
but the trembling of the knees
of the bees as they buzz
through the breeze
in search of
rudely open flowers

listen out for the ideology of the flowers
and you’ll hear nothing
but beauty and colour and joy
emanating from their lips
and
although
your mind may name them
it can never really know them
for they care only for
the glory of the sun

listen out for the ideology of the rivers
and you’ll hear nothing
but shivers
shimmering up and down
your weary spine
dissolving history
spiraling time
singing songs of praise
to the wide-open-hearted ocean

listen out for the ideology of the wind
and you’ll hear nothing
but gratitude
and nothing
but grace