Today
whilst out
just imagining things
wander amid
butterflies and bees
she started thinking
about the nature
of trees
the way they stood
so tall
every branch
stood on its own
but they all
met in the middle
so no-one need
to stand alone
each leaf
its own creation
every flower
a pretty face
they were all
slightly different
yet not one stood
out-of-place
no branch stood
in completion
not one twing
ran a rat’s race
a tree in all its entity
was dressed with
elegance and grace
then she ponder
a little more
how could tree
be so complete?
they will grow
on pastures green
or down any
lonely street
suddenly she noticed
that trees roots
are very strong
its trunk was all
so mighty
there was not right
there was not wrong
every tree
hang out together
gently swaying in harmony
they did not fight
each other constantly
no, they were
just getting along
singing
what will be
will surely be
how she wished
that the humans
she knew
so very well
could be very much
the same
no her silent
living hell
if they too
could have
the nature of trees
just for a while
maybe then
they will
remember her name
maybe she would
learn to smile.
MedusaMoon c2016
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