I missed Becca’s Sunday Trees but here I am on Tuesday. Have a wonderful day people!
Skipping along the dirt road
she stopped to
stare and ponder
Poor old tree
No respite
No escape
Imprisoned
Forever and ever
The tree swayed with gentle laughter
A single curled leaf
Twirled its way down upon her head
Little one
Not all journeys are without
If you would
but look within
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