The twisted, weathered maple in my front yard doesn't care what the passersby may say
about his missing branches and hanging limbs
He drinks sweetly the nutrients he needs
He breaths unweighted without thought
He absorbs the warm rays that fall around him
He grows in all directions, without restriction, hugging the wires as if to welcome them into his space
He sleeps when it is dark and wakes up when the dew starts to glisten
That strong, grounded maple in my front yard
I didn't know
I had so much to learn
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
The twisted, weathered maple in my front yard doesn't care what the passersby may say
about his missing branches and hanging limbs
He drinks sweetly the nutrients he needs
He breaths unweighted without thought
He absorbs the warm rays that fall around him
He grows in all directions, without restriction, hugging the wires as if to welcome them into his space
He sleeps when it is dark and wakes up when the dew starts to glisten
That strong, grounded maple in my front yard
I didn't know
I had so much to learn