Knot’s are a tree’s
confused thoughts …
I must POP out.
Whirl away Dervish,
green fingers curled …
Sometimes leaves are
unfinished, the me
in the shadows …
A growing tree yearns,
too many temptations,
paths, tree limbs …
Ideas need time to germinate,
a seed, a sapling, a tree…
I always find it so interesting that trees have such…personalities.