Treedom – July 31, 2019

Doree life, nature, poetry August 1, 2019 1 Minute

I am no painter,

I don’t claim to be.

The solace I find

In blowing branches

And flittering leaves

Draws me in,

Spits me out, and

Brings me treedom.

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