Uneven Waves for Days
By dan ankers
Has anyone ever actually seen a happy tree?
All of them spire up from the ground to meet the skyward sea
Every one of them looks to get fed, enriched, with light from the sun so bright
And then under the dark of the moon pretend that their shadows encased the whole of the night
Can anyone else in the world envision a place where I am free to be me?
Because outside the borders of meself I remain only a frog on a leaf
Which is fitting enough of a place for my mess, as the world neither gathers nor grows
As it tries, does its best to ingest the ideas I explore without rest or repose
Of the smiles which I’ve seen, I’ve Adored Emily’s and Carson and Luke’s there, for free
And Ariah’s inspires such wonderful thoughts as a spirit so strong and so free
There are many good times which in mind can I dine if I need to recall my good station
And I love just the world for itself and its dirt and the sea for its myriad crustaceans
But this time I have seen that the walk here for me one this earth is a waddle of pleasure
As I ask of the world to expect no less from me
Than what I can give without measure
And that, as you see is just me precious me
I have oodles of this
This precious treasure
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