Dad.
Do you remember the swingset, gazing up in wonderment at the vertical monuments stationed before us
i asked if when we die our spirits become trees
you didnt laugh or offend
you pondered with me
in awe of nature's simple elegance,
we swing
letting the trees whisper an eloquence no human could perfectly articulate.
i asked if when we die our spirits become trees
you didnt laugh or offend
you pondered with me
in awe of nature's simple elegance,
we swing
letting the trees whisper an eloquence no human could perfectly articulate.