amongst them

write goodnight to your sweetheart and read letters beneath the fall of light

leaves that leave you.....the message among walls....fields and vision, between lines

separate lives........with pulse, the walkthrough is natures pride

today, the trees beat the sunset..with those barked in faces from bystanders, staring too long....trunk to sky...why we dont grow with such grace

take what seasons give...and not give into

each foot fought, branching out, laughed at...lat and long, knowing no home...tough through weather, gentle with rain...gracious of all...trees talk much more than we know....