Tree Shadows
After the long walk
I am glad to find a shade that hovers upon my back
As the wind alleviates my dehydration
I start to seek in nature a cue for inspiration
But the only thing I see
Is only sufficient light hitting the blank pages of my notebook
In hope of an inspiring ballad
Or a composition of enlightenment
I search and seek for perfect rhyme
So soon time has passed
And the shadows of the trees have moved from my notebook
Yet I search and seek for perfect rhyme
I missed my chance to paint the shadows of the tree
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