Wind Leaves
I'm standing in a forest bumped by trees
but the great sky looks plainly visible
A fresh breeze is just beginning to stir
A drop of something lands on my head
Nothing above the belt, nothing red
I have misunderstood her too easily
The trees are often fooled by the forest
While the forest responds to the wind
The waves are shaking the leaves again
Nothing below the belt, nothing blue
Each new breeze reacts to her storm
To her breath, her songs, her poems
The leaves are shaking the waves again
I am suspected of speaking my mind.
© 2014 Rob Schackne
I'm standing in a forest bumped by trees
but the great sky looks plainly visible
A fresh breeze is just beginning to stir
A drop of something lands on my head
Nothing above the belt, nothing red
I have misunderstood her too easily
The trees are often fooled by the forest
While the forest responds to the wind
The waves are shaking the leaves again
Nothing below the belt, nothing blue
Each new breeze reacts to her storm
To her breath, her songs, her poems
The leaves are shaking the waves again
I am suspected of speaking my mind.
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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