I paint trees
With hopes that I be lifted
Entwined in branches
Held tight
Uplifted
Those vines told me stories
of love and war
Age old tales
Giving me more
Life
I greet my reflection in a puddle,
I stare down from so high.
Who am I?
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
I paint trees
With hopes that I be lifted
Entwined in branches
Held tight
Uplifted
Those vines told me stories
of love and war
Age old tales
Giving me more
Life
I greet my reflection in a puddle,
I stare down from so high.
Who am I?