July
It is a privilege of the few
To see how different and same
The leaves look in the morning dew
I guess they play a special game
And in the wind they swing, as if
They’re saying, oh it’s you, hello
You’re very welcome, take a sniff
But who are you, we’d like to know
Tell us your name, before you leave
You must be busy finding out
Your place on earth, as we conceive
This restless moving all around..
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2023
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