“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Synthesis
Two saplings sprang up
simultaneously
on the top of the Eagles Eye ridge line
Each grew taller from the others gentle support
alee with privacy shade,
goading each other on
lush in envy green
It did not take long before you could see
distinct personalities budding
from these two trees
with respect for the space they shared
not thier roots, but in between
branches as arms with finger
leaves and sparsely
touching
By now, from far away some say
even today-you can see how they've grown
apart
reaching for different light.
Image by Asher Brown Durand, Nature Study Trees Newburgh, New York, 1849 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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