Posted in Art, Poetry

Flee


 

Long live the tree
inviting you to sit and dream
high above the grass
tangled branches soar
rest your back awhile.

His bark tells a story
carved names and dates
nests grossly shaped
holding naked wings
time matures, our feathered friends flee.

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