The Life We Do Not See

I stand in the heart of the dense green,

surrounded by pine, oak, and rustling leaves.

Still is the brisk air on my face,

with a peaceful calming set in place.

Trunks proudly hold a history of years,

while the branches protect the secrets of tears.

Looking up I can clearly see,

another world previously unaware to me.

While my level views what’s at my sight

unrecognized life above me takes flight.

More spirit than I would have known,

had I not detected the slivers of blue tone.

Another world of life abounds,

high above the familiar ground.

Sleeping when the sun shines bright,

rousing in the safety of night.

Finite horizons aren’t always as they seem,

Just look to the sky to embrace new schemes.







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