Outside my window
a pine tree grows – way station,
highway, haven, home
of shy tree flowers who fade
into bark and branch;
colorful standouts, flapping
wings; high-flying squirrels,
dancing on outstretched limbs. One
large tree which they all
share. I greet them with a bow,
thank them for showing us how.
JDG
What a wonderful analogy. If we could coexist in such a way…
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