The pine stands tall
'neath the white clouds
that drift aimlessly across
the soft blue sky,
I watch the squirrels
dance their dance
of playfulness.
I sit under the pine
among fallen Maple's leaves
He's taller than the others,
proud and comforting
And Grass tries to peek through
the blanket of leaves
to tickle my skin.
Squirrel hops and frollics
limb to limb
and cries out his chirping
song to me,
I can only imagine
the innocent things
he speaks out.
The clouds have
moved past and
left me with pure blue,
As Sun creeps
through the needles
still hanging on
despite Fall's progression.
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