She displays a sense of wander while standing tall over her surrounding competiton
Gold and brown surrounds the tree
Across the hill lush, green plants seem to mock them
but they aren't shy about their colors
Not so much burnt as slightly sunkissed, like freckles on a child's face
Houses so close around
the tree is pracitally in the backyard
but no one pays attention to her beauty
this wonderful part of nature
She's in a world where people only see her through a screen while taking a picture
Except for one boy who would come home after school, swing his left leg over the fence, and hop down
right beside the tree
He would sit on the wooden swing that would hold oh so many memories
So many kids have swung on her branches,
smiling, laughing, playing
but over the years, the ropes have been getting weak. too weak to hold the boy or the memories
And one day it snaps. the boy and the branch
both on the ground.
When the boy turns his head upwards, he sees what he has never.
He always thought these leaves were only green, but now he sees an array of colors
vibrant but quiet
always there but always hidden
And only those who care to look with their own eyes can see,
even better than photoshop
The little boy's hand reaches up as he allows his hand to glide upon the bulky branches that make her look so strong
But little does anyone know that this tree has been struggling for so long.
it can't stay strong forever.
Everytime a gust of wind passes by, it hits as if it was a tornado
she grasps onto her treasure as if they were her own children.
Everytime one leaf doesn't make it, she just gets weaker.
Her branches crack as she washes it off and away.
away from the house
away from the memories
away from the boy who always finds new ways to see
away from the Wander Tree.