Standing next to a tree that’s letting go of its cloak of summer,
Seeing its branches,
Seeing its scars of battles,
And as it lets a tiny piece of clothing fall
to the floor,
You try to catch it…..
it will make you dance like a fool,
diving and twisting,
laughing like a child, unaware as you’re laughing,
forgetting all about your scars and dropping your guard….
When and if you grab one, you’re granted a wish –
You’ll smile and make the most heartfelt wish,
guilt not included.
Author, Chris Warren