now and then and so
i get a little
glimpse
of what is below.
the richest hide from the streets
(but not me.)
escape to the trees,
the soul calls.
it tells me to help.
but the only thing i can do
is watch from far above
staring at the way
the snow settles on the branches
the way the leaves tremble under
its weight.
i watch at how the tree trembles
but never falls.
i wonder if i could ever
stand so tall.
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