THE SECRET

THE WIND
CIRCLES
THE SEDENTARY TREE,
MOCKINGLY
WISPS
THROUGH
HER BRANCHES.
“OH,
THE PLACES I’VE BEEN,”
BLOWS THE WIND
TO THE TREE,
“AND THE THINGS
I HAVE SEEN,
YOU ONLY
STAND
HERE AND DREAM.”
WHAT THE WIND
DOES NOT KNOW
IS THAT THE SEDENTARY TREE
HAS SENT OUT
HER LEAVES
ON THE WIND
GIVING HER EYES
TO THE WORLD.