the trees

The trees move in the noon time breeze 

like laundry, 

they are god’s underwear and sheets ,

where the heavens sleep and what they wear, 

while we sit and sip our tea and  stare 

the trees move in the noon time breeze, 

they seek only to please, 

while we sit and sip our tea and stare. 15078646_1192293747558962_249184997946154618_n

 

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About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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