Saturday, May 17, 2008

Trees

To walk among the leaves,
and lie upon the grass,
To dream of climbing trees,
and know this all will pass.

Leaves will wither and fly,
grass will suffer in cold,
Trees remain after I
will die from growing old.

6 comments:

Euclid's ontheBlock said...

Lovely- you put such wellmade sweetness up sometimes

Jezebel said...

But what happens if you get hit by a snowplow?

Liz S... said...

The trees will still remain. And hopefully I will see it coming or someone will tell me to mind it.

Euclid's ontheBlock said...

mind the snowplow

Liz S... said...

Isn't that Ben's line?

kan said...

pretty little thing you pretty little thing.