New Song
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.
Beautiful whimsy!