We lived on a branch
High above the ground
Just us nobody else around
I liked it, felt safe there in amongst the clouds.
No cities and no towns.
Light and dark, dawn and dusk
Away from all the chaos and the cacophony of sounds.
The unnatural sounds of alarms
And phones and planes and automobiles.
Far away from nature,
Where everything is beautiful and real.
My branch meant everything to me
But as I grew older I begun to see that
There were a lot more places of wonder.
Places to learn, socialise and ponder. What is the meaning of life? What should I do with it?
My branch was safe and secure and comfortable. But as I got older I realised I needed to quit my little pocket of existance. I needed to explore the world with curiosity, not resistance.
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A Saga Of Words And Similes
PoetryPoetry of all that is inspired by the place deep within us. Who we are. What we are. Why we are. It seems that we are only the mark left by what we say and write. 'I wonder lonely as a cloud that flows on high o'er vales and hills When all at once...
