Tears of Haven.

The sun glazes trees with a sheen of tears;

the layers within show resounding years.

Time passes by, or does it yet stay still?

The rays of sun beaming as the leaves fill.

Glorious birdsong rings out amidst a branch,

a squirrel looks up, paws frozen askance.

Butterflies flutter onward into the wind

as the lizard, fast caught is soon pinned.

The tree bends slight in the oncoming gust;

finding shelter soon was an absolute must.

Sweat of dawn, the morning dew falls

tears of haven, and safety – it calls.


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