• green static
    limbs of brown
    wind in leaves
    spinning round
    squeaky noises
    half blue sky
    clouds to come
    and some to die
    light and dark
    hang from the limb
    birds are loud
    and life begins
    backyard view
    with tall brown blurs
    needing glasses
    see the world
    yellow dots
    upon the ground
    listen close
    to hear the sounds
    flowers dancing
    music plays
    something blinding
    like sun rays
    piercing faces
    closing eyes
    heating rivers
    revealing lies
    shadows colder
    underground
    the thing we see
    and some not found
    sometimes broken
    adjust the clock
    hear the time go
    tic.... tok....