When Curiosity Doesn't Kill You……YOU LEARN. More Than Just a Breathe of Fresh Air


like the tree

you can’t see

most of me.

for I am buried

beneath the Earth

gathering nutrients

to weather the storm.

like the tree

my roots hold on tight

making their own path

in the dark.

like the tree

i bloom in the sun

i talk to humans

on their journey

give them wisdom

on their plight.

like the tree

that i see

in my dreams

night after night.

how I long for it again

to see my tree

through the window

of beauty and truth.

a woman in a chair

while her husband

walks around

I want to sit

on the porch with them

and learn of the tree

I want to open

the window next time

to feel the breeze

then fly out

with the wind

wherever it will take me

My tree is there

alone in a field

just like me


in the family tree.


(copyright kerrious 2016 with all rights reserved)

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