The treetops are a guise
And we forget that there is more beyond them
A cushioned bed of life beneath
We pass by,
Admire the seasonal effect their leaves have taken
Stare until the leaves are shaken
We devalue this quiet force
Then turn away when their depths are revealed
It is the places between ourselves and our source,
That we have sealed
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
The treetops are a guise
And we forget that there is more beyond them
A cushioned bed of life beneath
We pass by,
Admire the seasonal effect their leaves have taken
Stare until the leaves are shaken
We devalue this quiet force
Then turn away when their depths are revealed
It is the places between ourselves and our source,
That we have sealed
