Michael Levine-Clark via Compfight
I lay under an oak tree
I stare at the branches that hold the leaves
It spreads far beyond the trunk of the tree
Eventually I fall asleep to the swaying leaves
I wake up
Though
I’m not under the tree anymore
I’m in the air
I’m in the clouds
How did I get up here
Why does this feel so real
Why am I here
I have no many questions
That no one has the answer to
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From, Abbiw
Hi Shaelie,
I really like your poem. I think it represent the picture very well. It reminds me of a dream. Keep blogging, and please check out my blog!
From, Abbie