Lets Transform Her Again
She turned into a palatial palace.
Unsure how herself, but it happened.
One day she was a glorious cottonwood tree.
With sparkling shiny reversible silver and green leaves.
Maybe it was because she had never been a city?
But somehow during the evening she began to transmogrify.
Now she is a city, wearing apartments, skyscrapers and sidewalks.
She likes this too, not as well, but she finds something good about it.
I like changing her one of the goddesses said.
She is a light in the forest, always looking for the good.
And finding it too! Said another goddess.
Shall we keep transforming her?
I do not see why we would stop.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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