Where the sidewalk ends

And the dirt path begins

Where the foliage overgrows the human touch

And the trees

Oooooo those trees

Swaying giants turning the blue sky green

This path like the ocean

Winding and zigzagging

Curving and twisting

Dipping and cresting

Becoming murky and lost in the brush

Bushes and leaves

Screaming and chanting

Howling and crying

The forest cries out

Where the dirt path ends

And the human touch is not welcomed

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A strand of hair landed on a feather that had landed on a leaf that got swept away by the wind

An idea lost by a meaningless distraction

Whales bellowing and signaling underneath cold rusty fishing ships

A warm sunny day lost sitting in a frigid cubicle

The memory of a fathers affection

Could it be as simple as climbing the nightsky, using the stars as stepping stones.

Could it be as difficult as staring down the bullying sun.

If we dug a hole in the earth and spent an eternity in it, together,

Would we be alone?

The faint smell of a fragrance, could it be him?

Or just a memory?

I held my head high but couldn’t raise myself above the clouds to see clearly

But to see tomorrow you just need to remember yesterday (and be a bit older)

Could we hold each other and forget everything and start anew?

Would it be like climbing the nightsky or more like standing down the fearless sun?

A babies smile, a babies cry, a tear from you, drops from a leaky faucet.

Just remember yesterday my love and we will see tomorrow together.

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Could you say that again.

Or would it be too much to repeat yourself?

Could I paint my surroundings and change the world without it being considered abstract art

Make sense you say. Why?

So that you can make a dollar you reply.

And to see you smile again I would pay anything.

Pay without regard.

Do you accept love as payment or require a more tangible means of currency?

I sing and dance.

Not very well, but I sing and dance.

And laugh and cry.

Laugh very well, cry a bit less.

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Death

Disappointment

Resentment

Anger

Hate

Pain

Erick

Joy

Love

Happiness

Appreciation

Satisfaction

Life

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You

Me

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Apple trees

Peach trees

Orange trees

Brown trees

Green trees

Rainbow trees