(Bending leaves)

(Bending leaves)

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

of life

a life without an end.

(These shining leaves resist because they bend!)

31st of July, 2017 – Parentheses