Trees bare and naked
Waiting for consistency
In the temperature
Gracefully stretch skyward
Brightly clothed greenery
In contrast all around.
These proud woody plants
Stand artistically stark
Amongst the color.
Trees bare and naked
Waiting for consistency
In the temperature
Gracefully stretch skyward
Brightly clothed greenery
In contrast all around.
These proud woody plants
Stand artistically stark
Amongst the color.
My fingers are rubber bands
Always full of potential energy.
My arm a tree branch
Too taunt to move fluidly.
My torso, a bent piece of steel
Unyielding to flexibility;
No wonder everything’s aflame.