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Screams high pitched
Piercing invasion
Come and play
No way

Chaotic colors
Blur no sense
No pattern
Screams
Pushing Falling Little People

The swing calls
Others command it
I cannot answer

I sing to the pine
A broken crackle
Invaded here
Smashed
A name, not mine
Intent understood
No sniffle!
Pushed

“Aren’t laughing children adorable?”

Acorns smack my head
Someday I will teach
I will teach Tree singing

Not today

Today eyes
Water pine
Just a little

( photo from fiveprime.org)