I found the earth to be more
Flat, than I anticipated.
Then, as the trees with leaves
Began to slide. I found not a place
To hide.
Herbs, that smelled as the earth should,
Lingered for me. Bits of green
Tried to grow, in the windows, stood
So proud.
I glued myself to the window,
So I would always be able to view the tree.
Standing so close, I could touch
Shifting leaves, waiving limbs
Curves and crooks and such.
Red birds had a place to land,
Call themselves home
At end of day.
A place for them to be.
All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.
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