The Jukai spreads, roots creaking and twisting as they seep deeper and grow farther. 
Looming inferno of green implanting itself in the fears of boys and girls around the globe.
Causing thoughts to strobe.
Causing hope to hang. 
Huron River Drive winds through minds leading kids to die.
But why?
Occupied by solitude forgetting to include the forest that surrounds us.
Feeling the absence on a prehistoric school bus.
Articulation fails as condescending trees cause me to freeze.
The Jukai spreads, aptly named, the sea of trees.

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