A Different Scene
Someone called for me
Who? I cannot see
An invitation to leave
Not long, just a week
Right where my son would be.
Giving my hands I decided
To join and help a team
People I knew, people I didn't
With my heart, I entered the scene
A place that's different.
A beautiful pine hidaway
The tallest I've ever seen
To the wind, the branches sway
To cloudless skies, they reach
Dancing their hearts away.
Thousands of voices it seems
Much commotion around the trees
Not silence, but I'm warm, at peace
I give you my hands, have no speech
Tuned in to the concert of birds, wind, and trees.
© CarolineCecile - 07.21.12
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012
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