Quiet Tree- Talking To Me My Spokenword
Midst the winter shine
I was outside mixed to nature tide
Cool brisk wind brew
Raking autumn leaves in my front yard
In this dead of winter tide
I look at the tree
It beacon me
As I rake the colorful dead leaves on the ground
I touched the tree branch I felt nothing
Peace and calm as I held the branch arm
The tree could talk but I couldn’t hear wasn't listening?
1/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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