The birds don’t sing for me
The tree doesn’t heed my care
I sit and ponder both
The view my patio chair
The birds don’t sing for me
The tree grows its own way
The branch is oddly crooked
It must have something to say
If I draw just what I see,
Would you think I’m bad at art
Nature doesn’t copy me
I’ve taken this to heart
I’ve got an impulse
That makes me look away
rare is the day
Hearing what nature has to say
An unexpected turn
A branch that doesn’t jive
It isn’t always graceful
Just to stay alive
Things were going one way
Till something else occurred
The other way won the fight
Now the branch is oddly curved
The branch grows left, then turns right
The pool reflects a certain light
The birds sing with no mind of me
And I sit and enjoy a tree
that’s strangely bent like me
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