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Feb 14, 2009
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Tree
Snow has fallen in the night
There is a chill in the air
I walk, each step crunches
beneath my feet
Temperature dropping
leaves in the trees
curl inwards
they weep so
then fall
Branches stretch out
I hear them yawn
so tired, must sleep
until dawn.
Oh! the rheumatism
in their limbs
groans and sighs
as the trees
laugh at me
Hey you, I hear
I look around!
there is no one
there to be seen
I walk on and again
I hear - hey you!
I call out - who's there?
I await a response
Over here, over here
I go - where is here?
but there is no one
I look at the trees
their limbs move
as if to wave me on
I ask, why do you call me?
they brush their limbs
against me
as if to push me
as I stumble
but do not fall
Their limbs
stretched out
holding me fast
What do you want?
Do they hear my call?
Trees stand solid and dark
their branches like tendrils
entwine me so holding me gently
Then they reach for the sky
Electric blue
If trees could talk what would they say - but they do talk to us every day
There is a chill in the air
I walk, each step crunches
beneath my feet
Temperature dropping
leaves in the trees
curl inwards
they weep so
then fall
Branches stretch out
I hear them yawn
so tired, must sleep
until dawn.
Oh! the rheumatism
in their limbs
groans and sighs
as the trees
laugh at me
Hey you, I hear
I look around!
there is no one
there to be seen
I walk on and again
I hear - hey you!
I call out - who's there?
I await a response
Over here, over here
I go - where is here?
but there is no one
I look at the trees
their limbs move
as if to wave me on
I ask, why do you call me?
they brush their limbs
against me
as if to push me
as I stumble
but do not fall
Their limbs
stretched out
holding me fast
What do you want?
Do they hear my call?
Trees stand solid and dark
their branches like tendrils
entwine me so holding me gently
Then they reach for the sky
Electric blue
If trees could talk what would they say - but they do talk to us every day
— Electric Blue, Feb 14, 2009
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Lonnie
17 years 3 months ago
Awesome, Maggie!
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In the trees
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Dear Maggie
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17 years 3 months ago
you transported me back
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Maggie...
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what!...that is...
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