Lonely Birch On Concrete


Picture: Misty Morning by Melissa McKinnon




Lonely birch, through concrete, wades,

Remembering the Way.

Lonely birch of the glades,

Gaining perspective, away

From the flock,

Forget about the clock.

Lonely birch, at the foot of the mountain,

The wind murmurs at dusk

A couple o’ steps away from the fountain,

Through all sorts of rocks and musk.

Lonely birch you live and amaze me,

Amidst honks and toxic gases,

The city sometimes confuses me,

You teach me every season passes.

You teach me, no matter the passage,

Light shines through,

In everything that you do.

So allow the encrypted message

To be as it is

By accepting what is.



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