Nature
We walked toward the golden sunset.
A bare tree protruded from the earth
at a sixty degree angle,
its limbs curved like snakes,
tapered and spread out like veins
in an oldster’s hand.
Surrounding it, lively bushes
swayed in the breeze,
like a host of youngsters
giving homage to the aged.
I wish people were more like that.
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