A calm statue with food, centered in a landscape
Covered intricately on the feeding of green
But I tend to eye above what others see
Even if these breezy cypresses trail to these trees
The skyward light seems to hit my head
Hotter than some of the shorter that have been fed
Blots of brown, scaling up my body
Just a difference once more to everybody
Unable to see what I tread with, my body shifts
Neck sways without my head in place
A neighboring branch comes to view
Venturing the leaves only viable to the very few
Some specialty? Tasting ones that most can’t reach
Does altitude taste worse to ones that look up to my feet?
I snatched a few leaves from a tiny sprouted branch
Neutral to everyone else, and walked the plains with my natural dance