I do in the dew
what others cannot see
That place of windless Aire
existing in every tree
This is not physical
but a relation of mind
to live in the system
with no worry of time
bound in the will
choices i have made
give me the option
to lie in the shade
pick a leaf or a shave of the bark
I see the same story;
That trees can hold
Larks.
C. L. Pridemore copyright © 2008
