If I could fly and see
the stars from behind,
rather than from under;
would I better feel and comprehend
the shaking of the thunder.
Could I hear the rhythm and
dance to its beat if I
understood the lightning's heat.
I Wonder...
A tree is a friend that will not end
for comfort I always find,
in the twist and bends
of bark and branches,
roots and leaves become
a blanket.
Sailing on Sunlight
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