Beach Tree


Beach Tree

I was an oldish on a yellow beach,
Watching the distant tree dotting
Along the horizon, dreaming to reach.

One day, bull-wind knocked me flat,
Forcing me to kiss forever the sandy shore.

Luckily my heart is in my root,
Keeps me alive and toot.

In whatever the position I am, I can still thrive.


©Byung A. Fallgren

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