Anonymous
You're paper against the tree
as rays of sunshine pour upon
you. You're paper against the
tree as frogs leap from their
lilly pads into water and others
extending their tongues for tasty
flies. You're paper against the
tree as pond water sings
summer melodies. You're paper
against the tree as drops
of rain begin to tarnish
the corners of you like
society destroying habitats.
You're the paper against the
tree telling stories from the
eyes of Mother Nature's creatures.
You're the paper against the
tree feeling me decorate what
is, what can be, and what it
should be. Summer's hues.