Canopy

In the dry blue-stone river bed I found a place to stop and rest my head Upon the cool rocks beneath the canopy of shade. Above, the bark and leaves were a see of green and grey. The hues varied, but the context stayed the same. I relaxed there a while and forgot my name For the sake of simpler things With which to be entertained, Like the smooth refreshing Summer's breeze. It eased my mind as it turned the leaves And revealed to me a kaleidoscope Hidden in the forest's canopy.