Poetry: Blue

by Liam

A tree its such a grandiose thing,

Swaying in the wind

The leaves of green they dance and sing

This movement of a living thing

So huge, so vast so symphonicly

Subtle, sound rustles from its wing

Fly too, indeed it might with those clouds

White, skidding across my view

High up it’s leafy fingers grasp the shredded

Blue, I wonder lying on my back

Just, what is what and who is who

Tree Sky Cloud Me Blue