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“War, children,--it’s just a shot away.
If I don’t get some shelter,
I’ll just fade away” --The Rolling Stones.
When I walk in the forest, and it starts to rain,
I look at the trees. Pine, fir, and larch branches
start far from the ground. Cottonwood, poplar, and
maple branches grow close to the ground, providing
a dry shelter from the deluge.
I snuggle up next to a wide rough-barked trunk, and
cover myself in crisp dry leaves. I peer out through
the thick leaves and muscled branch forearms,
looking at the rain, coming down in diagonal sheets
to the forest floor.
I close my eyes and dream of elves and owls who
create a dwelling in the great trunks. I awaken to the
trill of birds and the buzz of bees. Smiling, I shake off
the fairy dust and step out into the magic of a sun
The owl sleeps in a
tree during the day, waiting
joyfully for the night.
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub