A Tree

The planet shook and all

That had been impossible

Arose and became truth.

Stars fell from the sky. I

Remember clearly the sound

Of a birdsong as bridges hit

The sea. It was as if all was well.

“You don’t understand,” she cried

Out as she pranced through

The streets draped in rags.

“I’m the richest man alive!” Oh,

How the words of a little girl

Can carry so little weight

When indeed they mean so much.

I watched her skip. She was barely

Big enough to walk. And yet she

Seemed to sail through the skies.

She later told me, “I own the skies,

And I own the air, and the clouds,

And everything that hangs above me.”

I thought to myself that she had

Not a care in the world. But there was

No world to contain cares anymore, so

Now I supposed there were simply no

More cares, and all our burdens lifted.

All that could never be done was done

That evening when stars fell from the sky.

Perhaps it was only a dream

Perhaps it was heaven itself

Perhaps it was perfectly real

But how could it be real-

It all seemed so perfectly right.

Stars fell and it was alright,

I was never meant to be a Star.

I was a Tree- no reason to fear the wind

When the roots are strong and right.

Thank you for reading and, again, a special thanks to Taylor B. for the inspiration (back in May) to record my lucid dreams. If you enjoyed this, you can find more here:

…BRD…

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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