BENEATH THE TREE

 

Beneath the tree

 

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

 

I want to take a walk between its legs,

growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

 

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

 

Come walk with me in its dark shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

 

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

PLAY ME A SONG

harp

“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

 

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

 

I love your singing voice.

But the harp is my choice.

 

The music soothes my sad soul

From the day taking its toll.

 

I need the music today.

Please, sit down for me and play.

 

 

SEA FLOWS THROUGH ME

“Isotonic Jacuzzi Process” serie by VALERIE

 

The sea flows through me.

I’m part of it you see.

Water fills my cells.

It rings all my bells.

Sunlight keeps me warm.

Nature is true to form.

It protects us.

It nurtures us.

We’re all connected.

No less is expected.