Between the Trees

Image Courtesy: Fine Art America

Between the Trees

Roaming through the tributaries of night

air, created by the space between the trees.

The bark is whispering to me. Starlight

is slinking through the leaves.

I have known these trees for some long months and

their bark beckons to run my fingers, seek

along its cracks, climb above the ignorant

underbrush. As I ascend, I feel peace.

Image Courtesy: Strike FSU

As I ascend higher, I perceive

the breeze. It churns the clouds, the leaves, my heart.

Trees not as trusting as I once believed;

listen to the ways they grow apart.

Searching for security, I am eclipsed.

The bark crumbles under my fingertips.

Strike Out,

Writer: Marena Benoit

Editor: Breanna Tang

Graphic Designer: Jacqueline Esguerra

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