Under a Tree by a Pond


There’s a tree by a pond

Its arms reach and stretch

 Some thick and twisted

Some thin and fragile

And leaves so many it shades from the hot sun

Let us sit beneath and enjoy its splendor

While we sip a beverage of choice

The perfume from the wild flowers

Waft on a simple breeze

Birds nest and search for worms

Bees and butterflies steal nectar

Yes, it is quiet for some too boring

No satellites

No electronics

We don’t have to talk

Let’s do something really radical

Something not done in a very long time

Let’s just sit here and watch and listen

 

 

 

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