My Tree Tops
How cool the morning,
Tiny clouds drifting above tall summer tree tops,
As I lean back in my giant striped lawn chair
Their leaves flicker as citron flickers
Fascinating my senses pelted by dew drops.
I anticipate the day’s activities
And long for cool breezes of the day,
Blowing through my tree tops,
Until twilight falls.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2020
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