I see the sunlight in the trees, the newness of the summer night.
The rich green leaves, fresh cut grass and the threat of autumn. Ever in sight.
And every root and bark and stem is reflected in the builder of my own home.
For it will be a reflection of me, my power, my arms. Finite. Strong.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
I see the sunlight in the trees, the newness of the summer night.
The rich green leaves, fresh cut grass and the threat of autumn. Ever in sight.
And every root and bark and stem is reflected in the builder of my own home.
For it will be a reflection of me, my power, my arms. Finite. Strong.
