Every now and then
To put my soar eyes to rest
I feel the cedars and pines
Attempting to capture them all
In the cameras of my eyes
I long to sledge deeper inside
To witness the wonders of their world
The world of worms and woodpeckers
They say not to touch flowers
But I caress them captivated by their brightness
I grin as I gaze them with proudness
How he was nearly slashed, morphed
It made my skin crawl
But Papa tied a rope around like a bandage to the wounded
And caged him to keep away the wicked
I thought the story was over
But he rewrote it
Smooth healing made him hale and hearty
And even today, every now and then
To put my soar eyes to rest
I feel the huge cedars and pines
Attempting to capture them all
In the cameras of my eyes
With every rustle
As they lean on to each other
Singing and Swinging
My heart cherish when they are alive and kicking.