Of Tree's
Of thorny vines and hunkering tree's,
of wild grass and orchids,
clinging to mossy knuckles,
of branches,
of birds streaking high,
above those webs of leaves.
Barbaric Redwoods of the Western California forests.
Tree's which have always made me feel,
alone and afraid.
Tears of red velvet flowed,
down my cheeks,
as I remember tree's,
of yesterday.
Long lost and forgot-ton, alone and afraid...
By starstruck13
© 2008 starstruck13
(All rights reserved)
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