"Shadows of Day"|
Walking through the forest at night,
minding the day break with my sight.
Shadows spray through the trees,
as light pierces through their limbs.
Slightly as they creep across,
a gentle embrace through the dawn.
Swaying and playing gleefully as the limbs dance
in the wind as silent as night.
Where do they go when the day falls?
Where do they dance among the stars?
Or do they sleep along the bark,
silently waiting for their time to play.
Or is it just my thoughts
as my fingers make shadows as well.
Thinking of how they are,
thinking of children at play.