Father Tree

patches of moss to wipe my greasy hands on
bits of leaves
velvety green
patches of moss that are so soft
today there is sunshine everywhere
my tree is awake & lazy
he holds still and rests
he digs deep down into the earth
where the dwarves live
his leaves are tousled by the wind
the father tree holds so many secrets
i want to fly away & never come back
smile again smile again bring out the sun bring out the sun