Recalling thoughts from childhood
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Lying on my back ... gazing
tree fingers spread crazily o'er me
spidery-legged fingers that must scratch the clouds
or are they spread to stop the sky falling?
do the clouds get in the way.
The trees are strong and stoic
they fight the winter blast
but their fingers cannot stop the snow falling
nor catch the rains of spring
they just hold leaves ... for a little while.
Do tree fingers talk to the moon?
do they chat with shooting stars ?
argue with comets .... what is a comet?
why don't they grow downward?
down, to shake hands with their roots.
The trees must love the birds
and the quarrelsome squirrels
or why do they allow them to sit on their fingers
or sleep high on hot summer nights
resting in the mid-night breeze.
