Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
Beautiful. I love how the shadow lets us see what's at the bottom -- the leaves. Sort of a metaphor for life?
You are so right! I hadn't thought about it like that. This Spring I'm so curious about the shadows so thanks for bringing me to yet another level of understanding.
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