One lone tree in your neck of the woods
calls to another five miles away.
In my forest green coat I pull up my hood
whilst rainfall touches my skin as I wait.
There's no more years, time is at war,
as branches sway in a world-wide salute
and there's me in the middle, eyes red raw,
patiently collecting the last of the fruit.
Up above, blues collide
far away from who I am.
There's comfort in knowing that nobody dies
we have all been God and we have all been man.
Some say that colour is only a dream,
the same one that made us victims of time,
but when the clock strikes peace, I will believe
that freedom lives in our will to survive.
About the Creator
Louise Katja Rackin
I am a writer, illustrator and musician. I live in Brighton, and I spend most of my time creating stories and narratives - in my head, in words, in colour or in song.
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