Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Photosynthesis

Birds sing in the tops of trees
Squirrels chatter in the branches
I hide up on the edge of my roof
My world far below as far as far can be.
Don't fetch me until the pain is gone
Leave me while the sky is grey.
In the morning I will return
With enough sunlight to sustain me
Until the pain pulls grey back into my mind.

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