Sunday, 19 July 2015

The Tree that Weeps.

37.2 c

Hang on!

Why ?

Don’t say a word!

It’s too late.

Sssssshhhh !

What’s going on ?

I need to get this down before i forget.

Ok. Mum’s the word.

The tree that holds no leaves, yet holds..

I’ll hold my tongue.

The first, of three that weep.


The third of three that stand alone.

That’s a lot of trees.

The tree that drinks.


And the rocks that wait.

Where are we ?


London Joe said...

In Willow Tree Lane?
OLr perhaps you are... beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in Belize?

Mamememe? How I luv yer, how I love yer, my dear ol' ma..? Maybe?

popps said...

All of the (skies) above