Here are some things

Perhaps made by ket

Every Tree

Every day,
Once a day,
I make my way,
Over to my desk.

I lift,
My camera,
To my eye,
And snap a picture.

The same,
Or maybe not,
Picture every day,
Once a day.

Of a tree,
Across the way,
Behind a house,
In front of the mountains.

This tree is quite old and,
It hasn’t grown leaves in a long time.
But still I find it attractive,
In a way old decrepit things always are.

Even though I take my pictures,
Standing in the same place,
Around the same time,
Every day.

No two pictures are quite the same.

Some days it’s overcast,
Some days it’s sunny.
Some days the rain and wind,
Nearly push the tree clear over.

But every day,
In my window,
In my lens,
I take a picture of a tree.

One Day

One day I will float into the sky.

As I ascend upwards,
I will look downwards,
At everything below myself,
And wear a grin the likes I've never worn before.

The people below,
Despite themselves,
Will gaze back at me and the shining white clouds,
With a sorrowful frown the likes I've seen many times before.

This day of mine will come with time,
Thus I shan't rush it,
As my day of splendor,
Whence I burst wings from my spine,
Will be a sad day,
For those who've heard my tale.

As much as any other wishes,
I find myself at crossroads,
Wishing this day away,
As I travel the humans path,
Through hardships and strife,
Across roads and oceans.

Some may call me a poet,
Others a foolish nitwit,
But I consider myself a realist,
One who says it as it is.

There is no glory in flight,
As there is none in travel.
Simple freedom is no badge,
It is a condition we all have.

One day I will float into the sky.

The Grass

The grass was wet,
The sky was blue.
The sun is hot,
As I am too.

…

Laying in fields of grass is how I tend to spend my time.
Lately I've had nowhere to go and nobody to meet.
So I’ll pick a direction to walk.
Then I walk.
Walk.

…

Lately I’ve felt like the only person left in the world.
When I lay in the cold grass under the hot sun, and stretch my arms up to reach some Higher thing above. However, lately I can’t reach as far as I used to. Maybe my arms have shrunk and my reach has been reduced to nothing further than my very short view of the world. Or maybe it’s the simple fact that every day that passes weighs down on me like heavy stones on a plank. At least those stones were placed there, I seem to have come from nowhere.
Sure, I have a father and a mother, that’s where I came from. However, the people who raised me have no real bearing on the me that takes form. They do not control what my mind likes and dislikes, no matter how hard they try. They can not stop me from leaving the house when I’ve nothing left to do.

They can not find where I hide.
Far along the road.
Deep within the fields.
Lying among the tall blades of grass,
That reaches higher into the sky than even I may dare to try.

The grass is free.

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暑いですね。
跳躍の堀越根川。
寒いですね。