Watching



Watching
See what I can see
Watch as I do
Everything moves around me
And I remain still

You can all run about
Play games and sing
Dance and be merry
Whilst the sun still shines

As a tree, I change little
My leaves flutter in the wind
Butterflies settle for a second
And then they are gone

My boughs creak and groan
All is not well
A storm is coming
A dreadful storm of blood



© Edens Mount.
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