New Song

stand

Sometimes…

I wish I was a tree

waving at the whole wide world

whooshing, flapping, whipping air into a delightful flighty dance

making music there

My Leafy coat

alive with colourful rays of magic light

swaying in the bright sunshine

until my branches could brush tops of hats and whiff strands of hair

And then…

I’d rest, lifting day, higher

quietly building to my next adventure yet

trunk anchored

branches ready

to make my new song.

 

Paula Antonello Moore, Prose, Copyright: Tuesday, October 3, 2017.

Image: Clustered by P.A. Moore.

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