On The Tree Top - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Consider the highest branch of the tallest tree,
All but one piece of Fruit withered.
Picked dry by the birds that rest their wings with ease.
All except one piece far different than the rest.
Protected from the harsh rays spread by the sun.
Arched high upon the tallest branch.
Covered by the leaves, soon wither up
high up in the branches that reach out, spread wide.
spouting new growth, that provide shade on the hottest of days.
That high up is where our love can be found.
As my arms are the branch that caresses you in fear of falling,
As my hands are the leaves to protect you from the harsh winds that blow.
As the roots that provide nourishment to grow
Without hesitation or regard to the flaws that otherwise are perfect
In my eyes
Consider the tree top, our view of paradise seen otherwise as
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