Moving sky

We go around in the park under an inert  sky. We pat our park tree,in love, who is friend to us.

We then go out to walk under a canopy of trees that is our moving sky. Our eyes are half closed and shut, their vapor touching the tree tops. Our eye’s vision reaches their foliage in its vapor , as if it is a sky of stars we lie under ,on our roof. Their branches are interlocked in love.Their leaf spaces are our very stars in the sky.

As our feet shuffle on the earth, the tree canopy is a moving sky of trees fused in love.

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