trees entropy

the rooted undergrowth of trees all talk with each other just to humour themselves

because there really is no 'other' of them, they are all one

and so they talk and converse throughout their days, 

every word mirroring what they already know, 

yet if they don't talk they'll just dry out and die

so the humour really is so important 

as they talk their roots grow

spread further out and into each other

entropy

with the passage of time, people are desensitized to the increasing cruelty of the world 

but at the same time 

they are able to find unbelievable empathy

I've witnessed emotional intelligence so intricate

that it made everything undo

and so

with every passing second malevolence muffles sight and love increases tenfold

now what to do, 

what to do