Untouched

Tall, naked trees are slowly getting dressed Tiny green polka dots adorning each appendage. Strong winds force them into an unsynchronized dance as the song turns to static in the switch of a dial. The larger green polka dots weigh heavily on the arthritic arms so delicate yet so strong. A row of pine trees takes center stage at the top of the mound carpetted in a net of brown, lifeless array. Fragrant needles moving smoothly like a ballerina twirlng in a child's jewelry box. Ornamental grasses are peeking up out of the moist soil like a newborn taking its first breath of air. Thick, lush tufts of new follicles abundantly sprout on the scalp of the Earth. Unshampooed from last years dry leaves and the split ends of each fallen branch. Lying helpless, like an overprocessed hairdo. The big, yellow balloon with no string attached looking down below flashing a bright, warm smile with the passing of each cloud