Fresh Crisp Verdant
Relaxing in the shade beneath soaking up a good book
on a sunny day. A warybreeze winds through the pages as if wanting
to read along. It passes through the leaves weaving to and fro,
they shake and shimmer and whisper to each other gazing down at me.
Fearing that they will soon become what is in my hands
pulped smashed flattened.
Standing so tall
So    powerful
So magnificent
Yet  so   feeble
And     lonely.
Towering over
a busy rushing
world,       yet
imprisoned
and       static.
It supports me
as I lean against
it as I read over
its        brother.
Although     it
doesn’t have a
choice it is always
there    for     me,
Teaching Protecting Providing

-AM