Sunday, September 18, 2011

Treees are therapeutic

The trees so still.
How envious I was again.
Every one so still.
The green ones.
The yellow ones.
The dried ones.
How I envy them.

The people are there.
But they are not there for me.
Neither are the trees there for me.
But the trees will always be there.

The flag is moving.
No, the wind is moving.
What is moving?
Someone by the name of 'I' smiled.

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