Branches arch streets and sidewalks, offer shade from hot sun, sigh in soft winds saying no relief to roots. Time for cement to go, loose dirt to tickle tree toes, share nutrients and shade, softness, glory, shelter, quiet, now shifts to autumn to show new glory.
Swaying beauties, oft dismissed columns emptily treaded around. Look up and see their capes, the soft shade embracing color shape design food shelter comfort. Shouldn't we take better care of them?
Trees hover, leaving shadows, dance of light, reflecting branches. Coffee cup in hand, I stumble over awkward sidewalks, erupted by roots, enjoying the beauty.
