nature

The High Tree

Taken on the Brisbane '06 flickr meet

It was a long fall from the high tree,
before I landed at your door.
Time has done a number on me.

Out in the elements, exposed
I am folding into myself
protecting what remains of me.

What remains of the day when
I was like a feather dancing
in the winds of the high tree.

 

 

 

 

photo courtesy Marcus Cyron

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