The Canopy
J. LUKE HERMAN
Raining down Green leaves; How I feel Around these evergreens. I hint of sorrow, A nostalgic bliss. White trunks, Tall trees; It seems to me That I’ll never be Able to see What the leaves gaze upon From so far up in the canopy. Do I care? Yes. For what they see may be magnificent. What they see may be a successful surprise. My hopes and my dreams, Maybe that future is waiting for me, Just on the horizon, Above the canopy. No. For what they see may be abhorred. What they see may be a disastrous surprise. My fears and my nightmares, Maybe that future is waiting for me. But alas, One cannot see Past the canopy. And do we wish to know that which we cannot see? Or do we delight ourselves more in the journey than the destination? To what lies above The canopy.
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