The way through

trees

The big mighty trees,

rising above everything,

untouchable

but they are the way to the dream.

 

Ever changing colors,

But positions solid as solid can be,

where I’m the unstable factor,

and leaves fall unseen.

 

I ask for their forgiveness

I ask for help to be,

I ask them the final question,

but they don’t

answer me.

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