forget the chimps’ dueling ground.
the soil is tired of honor-blood.

let us become a silent,
spreading mycelium,
not to conquer,
but to connect.
a hidden network sharing nutrients,
a quiet conversation beneath the visible world.

let us plant seeds not of dominion,
but of diversity.
oak next to fern,
moss embracing stone.
let complexity
be our defense,
not a wall.

let us be a canopy that shares the light,
a root system that holds the whole slope firm.

this is not a return to some forgotten past.
this is the growth of a new,
conscious wood,
where every being is its own sovereign ecosystem,
and yet forever intertwined.

let us rebuild the forest.
not to live in it alone,
but to become it,
together.