“A Treehugger’s Nighttime Sonnet”
Night’s stillness doth bring forward mankind’s faults
showed in the sound of rushing cars below
The street lamps’ yellow lights the starshine halts,
but still, the crickets’ medleys never slow.

I sit here in a room of stone and wood
I hate its murky air and lack of sky—
and yet, I slumber inside, like I “should”.
(I’d rather watch the satellites glide by.)

The person who invented the indoors
Can take it back, as far as I’m concerned.
I love the stars much more than cars or floors,
the crickets more than any cash I’ve earned.

From trees to birds to flowers through the fields,
I love our Earth more than what humans yield.