Arms entwined around branches
I become part of the tree
Swinging, swaying with the breeze
hair floating, branches waving
up-down-up-down-up-down
The rhythmic movement reminds me
of the rowing oars on a boat
Down below, the waves lap and dash against the rocks.
2 comments:
This was so wonderful!!! Just had to comment... And your poem about trees. Beautiful....
OMG am I stalking you?! I like your work!
me, too! fell for this one as well. it works.
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