This sunny light moving the leaves across the fence
(It feels so fiery, aren’t they hurt?)
This sunny light that burns our skin
(In order to forget the slavery
we live through daily
under this sun?
In order to exist?)
it is the light that darkens all that’s seen.
(I choose to see the beauty of the green!)
Arisen strangely from the branches’brown
(it feels so vivid, a life enhacing color)
its substance gives us all the power
we need to turn ourselves into a flower
a life without an end.
(These shining leaves resist because they bend!)
31st of July, 2017 – Parentheses