In a meadow of wildflowers under a warm blanket of alpine aromas, a gusting front gives warning of impending change yet we sit, observing as the sun also rises into the moons embrace
A lovely tree, so carefree, In serene tranquility, With it I would spend my day And let come whatever may. I don’t have much else to say Today: Just leave me be, by my tree.
I think I see something in the bark and the leaves