Embrace of the Canopy

Poem on Sloth and Nature

Throws itself around on its tail,

Trees wrapped between its globe,

Shallow pools reflect in repeat

It’s all it sees now,

Dried up meadows,

During the summer rays,

The trees cool off,

Humid air rises on,

Delicate branches,

Made just for itself,

To wrap around,

And hang upside down,

Its world is all that it sees,

The trees between each other,

Leaving no far space in between,

Its world, the one, it is able to grasp.

By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024