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COLD BURNING TREES
Wow, stepped outside the other morning into neverland.
I looked down in my little valley, and right in the way, four of my Walnut trees were burning. Unreal, I stuck my hand out and touched one; it was cold. Ever done that? Yea, I didn’t figure you had. This is for all of you who have not experienced such magnificence. Go out really early on a cold sunny day; perhaps God will show off for you! It doesn’t get too much better than that.
COLD BURNING TREES
Sometimes my brain quits working, just like that,
Says I, old friend, you’ve seen all that you can.
These days, tend to forget who is in charge,
Such strength does not dwell within puny man.
Or perhaps it does, my character flaw,
Something inside, wisdom I cannot see.
Yesterday, I stepped into paradise,
Early morning sunshine, cold burning tree.
The whole world lit up; magic filled the air,
My smug certain universe is quite jarred.
When just after thinking I’ve seen it all,
Miracle happens right there in my yard.
Wasn’t nothing like the redwoods so fine,
Not fossil Arizona trees of stone.
Burst of sunlight, a fairies’ touch of gold,
Sent all for me, because I was alone.
Now I count by days, knowing there is more,
Lying in memory, sight few others see.
I placed my hand within a magic place,
Creation showed off, a cold burning tree.
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