Donnerstag, 21. Mai 2015

Poem May 21st 2015

Umbrella Tree 3
Umbrella tree excessively pruned;
I hope it has not been ruined.
It makes me sad; seeing it this way.
I miss seeing the lovey leaves;
that embrace you;
when you stand beneath.
it is more than a retreat.
A welcoming feeling;
when you stand  there.
An oasis of calm;
no matter what is going on.
It is a place, I love to be.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)May 2015

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