Tall Trees.
I live where tall trees have ferocious thoughts. They rustle with hunger and cloud you in their darkness. I fear because their acts are unpredictable
In the dark.
The sun falls on everything, bushel, four legs, man. Yet, it does no harm. Its soothing love is like a mirror of affection. Tender, and at times punishing.
As I truly am.
You leaned on the walls behind the drunk crowd, and everything so bitter, but you divine.