Trees
I've alwasy thought they looked nice,
Almost friendly.
How their limbs are stretched upward,
Like they are worshipping the sky.
Always trying to reach and touch it.
Maybe it's a competition to them,
See who could reach the furthest,
Worship the most.
I could understand why they worship the sky.
It's a mystery above mysteries.
Taunting sweetly to come closer.
But never touch.
No, you cant' touch perfection.
Then it's not perfect.