trash speaks to me
leaves speak to me
little rocks speak to me
they say
pick me up
so i speak up
i say
what are you doing here
look how pretty you are
where'd you come from
people look at me like I'm crazy
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3 comments:
Odd that I was thinking something very similar just this afternoon.
There's a tree on upper Kavanaugh that turns almost fluorescent yellow in the fall. It's beautiful. Then the yellow leaves fall off and the tree seems sad. No one rakes up those leaves so they decorate the yard like so much natural confetti. The yard looks happy.
There is sadness in beauty and beauty in sadness. Sometimes sadness will create happiness and that's a beautiful thing, no?
Yes.
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