Trees – October 10, 2018


Tossing and turning,

Waving and bent.

The sensation is freeing.

Stretching as far as your eye will take you.

Flittering as the wind flops

Front to back.

Whooshing in synchrony,

The tippy tops.

I lose myself in blowing trees,


Whirling away.

Where ever your subconscious takes you.

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