Old Oak

Climbing up the old oak, 

high into the branches, 

looking out over the roofs

my home so small

the horizon sharp 

below sun shimmering off swamp

as birds chitter away 

daredevil squirrels risking all.

Here I am alone

away from the noise

escaping the pain

reaching for heaven

hiding in a cloak of green

invisible to all

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