When I look at the trees
When I look at the trees
Two hundred yards out
I am with the leaves
Not here
And still, in stillness
I am here
For about me is this chair
This floor, these walls
This window, those leaves
The traffic on the streets & roads
All around
The rivers, the cities, towns,
Farms, states, natures,
& stars
This is where
I am
:- Doug.
You can leave a response, or