A proposal regarding nature

We should plant seeds in our hair, letting the foliage grow long and luscious with the onset of spring.  A hard cut-back in summer when the rains come would encourage denser growth.  In autumn our hair would turn a beautiful collage of auburn, russet, amber and claret.  The dry twigs would catch the snow in winter, insulating us beneath its muffled cushion.

The squirrels would nest in our hair, marry and have families.  They would forage for nuts and store them deep in our pockets.  We would be old men of the forest.

We would use our chests and legs to plow through the snow, the underbrush, the thickets, the woes, the heartaches, the rains, the mud, the tears.  No machines for us.  We'd feel the cold more but care less.  We'd bask in the sun and wash in the rain.

The squirrels, my friends.  Think of the squirrels.  The squirrels can save us.