There is the tree--
it juts out of the earth,
a sword in the stone.
Alone in a field
of green grass, alone
amongst the flowers,
the emboldened
plumage.
The leaves, greeny finery,
ancient and reborn
age after age,
sag beneath the weight
of the breeze
and the clouds.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
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