In a city
Lived a town house.
Through a window
On the second floor
I could see
A garage.
Beyond that
A street,
Beyond that
More houses,
Looking back at me.
But if,
I sat
Upon the floor
Or,
Laid upon the bed
And,
Cast my eyes
Through the glass
Into
The sky
There was
A grand and towering
Pine tree.
He filled me
With hope.
He carried me
Past the sadness of the day.
He taught me
The story
That
Before there was concrete
There was this
Tall and strong
Waving in the wind
Shelter and home
To many.
He taught me
That green
Is the color of kindness.
He taught me
That to sway with the breeze
Is the secret of strength.
He was always there
As close as
My unveiled window
Upon the world.
He laughed
With me.
He cried
With me.
But always
He stayed
With me.
He never needed
Boat or plane
Car or train
To travel the world.
Instead,
He sailed the skies
And saw a million moments
Come and go…
In every pine I see
Stand tall
There is a hint of him
Within them all.
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Written and photographed by Ellie894 February 2018
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