October 29, 2019Poem
Simple phrases
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Simple phrases
Create grand designs
A view from a window
Is more than
A piece of sky
There is no end
In sight
Even from a rooftop
We may open our eyes
But without
Imagination
Lack the vision
To see what lies beyond
The foreground
Where there is a tall tree
It is not at all lonely
Spending its days
In conversation
With the wild birds
Nesting in numbers
Passing stories
From one perch
To another
There is no animosity
Or division
Between them
As they roost
Just a whisper
Of the distance
Yet to travel
Before their time is come
Whilst the trees
Hold on to their knowledge
And write the books
One leaf
At a time.