the castle, the dragon and the queen

 
Little more than a bare naked stick
the long branches of the mighty oak
seem to crawl across the sky
searching for the warmth of the Sun
and Mother Earth
 the feathery green hue that bathes him now
 will soon blossom  into a sea of green dancers
swaying together
in a soft summer tune
 that touches me so gently on my  face
 that my  hair barely moves
while I sleep beneath him
 
after many days of coming here [...]

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