Sunday, January 24, 2010

Green Acquiescence

We smoked in circles under leaves made of green and gold
These wooden pipes kept burning as we turned the time away
In wooded glades far from the order and distant goals
Our shadows withered and grew as we shuffled through,
The world moved so much faster than we knew
Tree trunks rose up beside us, reaching far into the skies
So many outstretched arms, so many voiceless sighs
So many fingers waving slowly in the lazy summer breeze
As we sat below pondering the world and our identities
what is real and what is only meant to be

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