Poetry: Blue

by Liam

A tree, it’s such a grandiose thing,

Swaying majestic in the wind.

The leaves of green, they dance and sing,

This movement of a living thing.

So huge, so vast, so naturally it orchestrates

The way this day symphonically collaborates

The subtle sound which rustles from its limbs

Nature plays it’s concertos so simply this tune rings

Flying too, indeed I might with those clouds

White, skidding high across my view.

Its leafy fingers grasp those shredded shrouds.

All shaking magnificence in the blue.

I wonder, lying on my back,

If I could do this too?

Just what is what and who is who.

Tree, sky, cloud, me and blue.