Here, Behind the Trees
Green, green is my view
with bits of sky peeking through.
Sprinkler on the lawn
shows a rainbow passing by.
It's there then gone, there then gone.
Off behind the trees
sounds of traffic reach my ears.
My view ... unblemished.
I see green and green and blue
and the rainbows in the mist.
The trees sway at play
to a tune played by the wind.
Nature everywhere.
It's what I see from my door.
The city's hidden from view.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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