The way the stand so much taller than me,
for so many more days than me.
They must be wise for I can see
No reason why wonder could not occur when immobility
stands in the way.
Oak.
Chestnut.
Tree.
I wish I could see,
What it is to be.
To stand.
To live.
To perish.
Constrained,
yet free.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC
The way the stand so much taller than me,
for so many more days than me.
They must be wise for I can see
No reason why wonder could not occur when immobility
stands in the way.
Oak.
Chestnut.
Tree.
I wish I could see,
What it is to be.
To stand.
To live.
To perish.
Constrained,
yet free.
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