We Will Remain at the Tops of the Trees

 

We will remain at the tops of the trees

Look at the silhouette of a beautiful city,

Spread out before you,

Spread in your palms.

Your palms clutch the tree,

And your feet crack the branches,

The branches slowly die,

And the leaves crumble to bits,

Dropping, dropping, dropping,

Silently thrashing in the autumn wind,

Touching your feet,

Joining the land.

We will remain at the tops of the trees,

Watch the bits of snow,

Gracefully dancing in the wintertime.

Landing on your skin,

In your unblinking eyes.

Watch, then blink.

The flakes melt,

A tear drips off your chin,

Dripping, dripping, dripping,

Touching your feet,

Joining the land.

We will remain at the tops of the trees.

The End

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