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.
Nature takes back.
It waits.
Patient.
For time to pass.
Every so slowly.
Then it reaches in.
And takes back its own.
The clouds brush the water.
Pink blends with green.
The crooked tree prays.
But it can’t be seen.
A rower drifts alone,
Held aloft by the green.
A fantasy world held close.
But it can’t be seen.
Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy eyes
To shut out mankind’s lies.
Cypress Lawn Memorial Park | GarettPhotography
Evil waits for you and me
beneath the tall cypress tree.
It comes in the dark of night,
won’t leave without a good fright.
The mausoleum is dark.
We only came on a lark.
Time for us to run and go.
The wind says, “I don’t think so.”
THE DEAD GAME
Pink as far as the eye can see.
A place as perfect as can be.
A warm summer wind shakes the trees.
More pink petals on the soft breeze.
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 deep shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.
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I am hiding being green.
On this leaf, I won’t be seen.
Feet sliding in the dew.
Orange eyes watching you.
I bet you can’t spot me.
I am one with this tree.
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“Gondolier” by Igor Zenin
The clouds touch the water.
Pink merges with green.
Crooked tree prays for help.
But it can’t be seen.
A rower drifts alone.
Held aloft by the green.
A fantasy world so close.
Too bad it can’t be seen.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the sun.
Its leaves glow in the waning afternoon light.
Soon the sun will leave yellow trails
around the tree’s massive trunk
as it sets for the day.
The shadows grow longer.
The colors become dimmer.
The sun bows its head goodbye.
Looming shadows signal the next stage.
The glow of the moon takes centerstage.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the rising moon.
SUSANNE LEIST 