A turquoise view through painted glass
Exists for me and you
Look out the window
Icy wind blows,
The hooting and howling
Can be heard down the block
Where the sidewalk is slick
And men move like serpents
Whispering into open ears
Begging to be closer
Utilizing deception to be near
Mahogany branches sway on mighty trees here
But never leave, bark keeps them rooted
Till their presence is cut off
Time passes…
But the plants remain the same
Not affected by snow
Doused by the rain
Maintaining and growing
Even when the world undergoes change
Rings etched into the base like hopeful reminders
Of a future ever blooming
Love always, Esha
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