I look up, into your leaves, like rain washing down
to the sea.
I do not mind, the hard times, i hold still, as dirt and
sticks, dust my face.
The loggers came in, while i was gone, i did not know
i glance around on the ground, with nothing to show.
Our clear spot that we made is still here, shirtless i
stray from the path, we walked to shed our fears and
doubts, with all that we said: i still wander this way, every
now and again, despit the weather i find, it washes my face.
Today, i brought a new friend, i know you will not mind, her
name, is Terra, she is just a small tree, one day she will grow
up and be all that you are..
Holding armfuls of children in swings, as they sing about bees.
Is It Poetry
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