by Sophie Escott
she stands before me,
laxed,
swaying gently.
she sustains an aura of
carelessness,
which i wish to
obtain.
whatever
monstrosities
take place in the world
she remains,
tranquil,
unaffected.
her roots
dive so deep
the greatest
tsunami
would leave her
untouched.
i envy
her ability to be
so
well-grounded,
even though
she’s just a
figure
of nature's
creation.
her ability
to appreciate
the simplicity of life;
her capability
to maintain
visual purity,
no matter the
depravations of the
world,
which, potentially could
affect her.
she remains,
tranquil,
unaffected.
although just a figure
i see in the park,
as i walk my dog;
she is something
i aspire to be.
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