Head in the clouds – A poem

Look at us, small people, small hands,
With brains bigger than the sky.
I couldn’t count the stars that span
The air, let alone in my mind’s eye.

With brains bigger than the sky,
Oscillating colours – ever change in
The air, let alone in my mind’s eye.
Lilac, gold, peach, and the day begins.

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Ghost of a tree – A poem

There is a tree I used to climb
With sweeping walls of green,
Enclosing me in another world
That only I could see.

Nooks and crannies in the branches
Became shelves to hold my dreams.
Each bough, a room all of its own
In a home (as I had deemed).

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