At the top
if you can't
find me, I'll be in the tree,
if you look at me, I won't
see you, my face shaded,
a colored hue - of rainbow light
a starry day
moonlight-
a glowing earth
don't ask me why i'm in the tree
if you climb up high
maybe you'll see
where I am
with arms so long,
wispy, twisted
a body strong,
connected,
protected.
where i am
yes in the tree
the cars
the people
the world
is far
where I am
i can see
all the things
that bother me
but they can't
get me
I'm in
my
tree.
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