Tree in dark.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Wind, my tree talks to me.
Tall, from here wraps around my heart.
Down to me tree calls, look above night stars consuming.
Ancestor time grew this old tree.
Limbs love to give hope.
At the best intense roots driil beneath it all for me.
Kissing wind, a bird gliding home.
Night love, I can feel protected moonlight through tree in a mist.
Stars bring tree to me.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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