My office window overlooks a frail tree.
When the sun is bright,
I can see some of its hues.
When the clouds go dark,
I can see its blues!
My office window overlooks a frail tree.
When its windy,
I can see its strength.
When its hot & humid,
I can see its parchedness.
My office window overlooks a frail tree.
It is dancing today.
The rain has beckoned.
Hope is a waking dream.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
My office window overlooks a frail tree.
When the sun is bright,
I can see some of its hues.
When the clouds go dark,
I can see its blues!
My office window overlooks a frail tree.
When its windy,
I can see its strength.
When its hot & humid,
I can see its parchedness.
My office window overlooks a frail tree.
It is dancing today.
The rain has beckoned.
Hope is a waking dream.
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