The last time I saw a sky
sharing billions of stars in
the symphony of stardust
in concert with chaotic
perfection, I was
a solo tree.
That night, meteors tempted
my rootedness --
the earth around me
listened as I leaned
toward the diminuendo of
a dying one,
wishing I could soar,
to save it.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
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