How free, to be a tree.

Feb 04, 2009 13:45


Just one word, a phrase or two

Something simple, or something new

I left all my plight in a place far away

In the silhouette of an old oak tree

Eagerly awaiting the winds of subtlety

Change that roars, and swirls around me

As it picks me up, I lose sight of the ground

I’ve forgotten my fear

My trunk no longer bound

There’s too much to perceive up here.

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lets_be_tragic February 23 2009, 05:02:05 UTC
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