Beside A Tree Poem by Rory Briggs

Beside A Tree



Staring, the sun gutters from the sky.
Whose leaves stand taut toward it,
Basks in the rich blue air.
And the earth beneath seems envious green.
When, alive with noise,
The field springs forth
And I,
Dont dare disturb it.

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