Monday, August 17, 2015

The Tree & Me




I look at the tree
I pity it
it is stuck to the ground
with nowhere to go-

It radiates unique beauty
of magnificent stature
to silk leaves of comfortable shade-

The tree holds its ground
with utmost pride
yet I stride
to keep on moving
for I will die
if I remain still

Z.S.10-11-2007

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