A sheen lake surrounded by a barricade of Sidewalk and that surrounded by grass and Patches of fairy rings. Two men adjacently sitting on the sidewalk Next to a bench. They stare at a tall oak Tree that has grown wide. Leaves that were once Green have been cooked by the Autumn's oven- And the men wrinkled by the showers of summer. Empathizing with the tree, the men sit sessile And the lake behind them remains apathetic. One man looks behind him, then to the right. He looks forward towards the tree. The lake Shines brightly as the sun peeks from behind The wall of clouds. The motif of ripples Behind them bubble by. The barren tree stands. Again, the one man looks behind him, then to the Bench at the right. He looks left to his wrinkled Friend and says, "I used to fish on this here Bench." In reply, the other says, "Me too." A snow flake lands on his red nose.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this because people don't always see everything. Life is filled with animation. Just yesterday I noticed some initials in a tree in my front yard. Notice things. Especially people.
Birth sign: Pisces
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