Trees

Trees

 

learning the breeze stay clear  from the foam

living your life some where all alone

break peace from the bread you used to know

lone in decision pressed clear by my own'

 

in the distance trees  those legend of spring solstace bread

whet is going on in my head

all colors of grey, peach and cream

the solstace of what is beiing  seen

 

mockry the space torn odyssy

a brigade of the most triumphant be

 -trees