Monday, April 27, 2015

Fool

They sway
Sharing hands and endless songs of life and death
Listless crescendo of the breeze flowing through their stems

I lay
Close my eyes and breathe through my mouth
Try to listen

But Nature's song eludes me
A stuttering, stumbling fool

The earth's children chortle in mockery of me
And I long to be one with the ground

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