Living In the Leaves
LIVING IN THE LEAVES
How I envy the birds -
Their trees are so beautiful in autumn.
Gold, yellow and green,
Soft, weightless, silently rustling.
Peaceful, I see them gliding,
Playing, chasing morsels of crumb
Beyond my tall walls.
What joy to be a bird
Flying free in a leaf-filled glade,
Not acting the part, but being the part.
Whistling from heaven,
Winged sky-diving in the leaves.
I see it, but they live it,
I act it, but they simply are it.
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