April 6, 2011

Green Leaves

I am a tree that grows from the ground

When you break off a twig I don’t make a sound

From my head grow infinite fresh green leaves

Beneath me, you play in my orange memories

You gaze at my trunk of an enormous great size

But you do not see the rings and the wrinkles inside

If you were a tree, you would understand how it feels

But until then, my friend, keep playing in my leaves.

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