Freedom and Sunlight

Thoughts and things running through

My head; some old, some new,

Some silly, some not, but one

Is an image of you.

The image dances, yet haunts me:

Roots planted deep in the soil, a tree

Growing, growing, growing. The seed

Bursts from the soil; forever it’s free.

“Freedom, freedom, freedom at last!

Oppression and pain are things of the past,

For now I’ve grown beyond the grasp of my roots.”

I glance down at lengthy shadows cast-

“My grass is greener than the grass on the other side;

My grass is greener than grass on any side.

My grass grows free, next to a tree, in the

Sunlight of you”