trees

Hunched over, Haggled
Towering, Green, GiantsÂ
Glare down at meÂ
Whispering to the windÂ
Laughing and Judging
They straighten up
Then slowly but surelyÂ
they begin to twirlÂ
whistling past himÂ
they resume their complicated tango with the wind
soon the spinning and twirling comes to a stopÂ
my imagination ceases and goes with a pop
I find myself standing in a forest of pineÂ
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Comments
good imagination good write linda j wright
Wow. I love nature. Your words grabbed me right in the chest, especially "Glare" - I had to stop and reassemble my mind- that one word set the tone for your write and drove home the feelings behind it. Well done.  Rebecca
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