The sun through the trees
The wind and the leaves
The ample glow
Of the pine from beneath
The heat from the sight
As it stands in its light
The fear in its height
Walking underneath
Looking over
Off in the distance the trees
The rustle of leaves
Being blown in the breeze
The comfort in shivers
Knowing you can still shake
The thoughts that you keep from dreams
When you awake
The change that it makes
On the life it's begun
And knowing it's all just a part of the sun
And you're staring
So slowly revolving around
The point to which
It all has been bound
Left over from whatever happened before
And always compulsively striving for more
But to get to the point
Staring at the sun
Is tangible proof
That something's begun
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
The sun through the trees
The wind and the leaves
The ample glow
Of the pine from beneath
The heat from the sight
As it stands in its light
The fear in its height
Walking underneath
Looking over
Off in the distance the trees
The rustle of leaves
Being blown in the breeze
The comfort in shivers
Knowing you can still shake
The thoughts that you keep from dreams
When you awake
The change that it makes
On the life it's begun
And knowing it's all just a part of the sun
And you're staring
So slowly revolving around
The point to which
It all has been bound
Left over from whatever happened before
And always compulsively striving for more
But to get to the point
Staring at the sun
Is tangible proof
That something's begun
Henry Tobelman 2012
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