Losing myself, looking at a tree the tree does not respond Up standing in the quiet autumn brisk, majestically Taking in all the glories of the morning cold and darkness Still - like no witness presents like the darkness itself or blinding light Cows wander far away whispering to people sleeping tight And the tree only reveals deep memories A night owl breaks the silence The dark blue bleeds into red and orange It is someone's blood or kiss or both a man is missed a man as majestic as the tree rooting deep for the soft part of the world water drains down the sun kills all the sweet dreams nov, 2025
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