December 10, 2008
By Katherine Jory, Lilburn, GA

This endless drama I cannot take. It seems its goal my soul to break. The sun has burst into a flame-filled sky. My sorrow's gone I no longer cry. But while I ponder, my heart is content.This lifeless turmiol cannot relent. A flash of insight will change perspective, it takes no hero, no great detective. Swaying, swaying, all around. Back and forth, up and down. Swaying, swaying, in the breeze. My life is lived among the trees.

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