To the trees,
Your green crowns standing proudly against the sky;
To the trees,
Trunks twisting every which way
Rooted firmly to the earth
With your crests in the clouds.
To the trees,
From dogwood to pine,
Evergreen to maple -
Blossoms -
Leaves -
Twigs -
To some, you are sticks upon the ground;
To me, you are proud and strong
Sturdy and weathered
The picture of royalty.
To the trees, standing tall and mighty
The mothers of the wilderness.
To the trees,
And the shimmering, dappled green.
Long day
past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night
fluorescent lights beating down
then flickering off
a fanfare
a reflection
a redemption
Some things are just instinct
like when I just ran to you
as soon as I saw you
and hugged you for -
oh yeah -
the first time
very very platonic of course
you're my big brother.
Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart
it's like a platonic ballad
it's like you are playing
through first loves
and forbidden loves
and grass in the summer
and crunchy chips
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