I watch you <br />lay conceiled, <br />inside the bushes <br />climbing trees. <br /> <br />To hear you speak <br />of it, <br />the evergreen helps. <br /> <br />The leaves falling <br />from unseen hands <br />as a feather falling <br />and shaking the limbs <br />they keep coming.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/climbing-trees/
