Trees
by In Autumn the mere fragrance of the trees in loom,
Chosen asps shift through its ellaborate portal through its chosen scenic amber.
Trees are their to brave the chill in Autumn’s thrill of time well spent in thought. The painter Late "Bob Ross" sought to claim his inner fame of historic significance toward the concept of thought toward the trees. As well as when he used to play & talk to the animals in such like fashionable decorum.
Trees
Upon scenic stance heaven sent toward a given romance
Accountability toward the sun chosen one
At the expense of whom
The trees in full bloom
In cry’s of thought provoked inner laughter
To prepare for the great here after
Marked on some scenic blotted page & then
There are decorated colors to test the minds sullen spent
With twine to flirt with her design in plight
Should light up the night with colors
In timber lost lovers of provoked rhetorical vain circumstance from within
Flee from a circumstancial timely evidence from within
Truth then tampered within the opened door
Lest I shall implore so much freedom for more.
Sun heats up on the patio floor
A willingness to shine throughout the lovely window
A shoulder to cry torn in derision yet nearby
Trees do sway in nature’s delicate way
Hence that vast opened door for a willingness to explore
Marked on some blotted page again
Lovely to see my faithful friend
With trees sifting in the shade then bend the knees in flying honey bees
The rocks & stones,
Nearby on the creek to filter
Quick delivered shelter in the movement in time
Will shine in delicate monumental bind
A shelter to warmly bask in the vast array of some beautiful delicate flower display
Lest we bow the head to pray ?
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