Threaded together - the light of the morning with a blurred vision of tree barks
and they complement each other,
Why does the sun behave like its hiding in between those lights of dawn?
Trickling in between they stare face to face with trees that glare
amidst the moonlight of the morn,
Arranging each others stance to stand and furnish the place
where trees gather to become forests of treasure...
Have you ever walked the forest?
The forest of treasure I believe
And seen the flora and fauna
and captured its beams...
Through lenses of tiny stature,
You zoom in and take a picture
and you wonder why...life is so real...
and yet so surreal.