Ode to a Tree This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

November 24, 2009
It stands,
The cool whip of wind
Caressing its worn edges.
Atop the sun ignites
A combination of reds and yellows
A lion roaring defiantly at the sky.
I stare up at it Jealously
Admiring its steadfast existence.
It is the trunk
Faded yet unwavering in the winds of time.
I am the leaf
Floating helplessly
Along the whims of the wind.

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