Tree Dreams, Deferred

May 31, 2016

I know what to say,

what to do.

It's hard to be in this decay of dignity,

of sanity

and intuition.

It's kind of like trees.

Showers revitalize their boughs and leaves,

like your ever anticipated but innocent presence does my mind and heart.

It can rot eventually.

I dry and shrivel like a many a dream deferred when you're not happy.

Don't be my dream deferred.

Trees embrace the sky like we should the future.

Let it be our future.

We would share the soil,

the same root system and everything.

When you feel lonely,

I feel lonely, too.

It's' always hard.

We could fix it.

We could fix anything.

All it takes is a tree dream.

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