A world I've built for you and me gazing through the trees I see busy people passing by at speeds no radar dare to measure but on the other side a greater pleasure a gentle stream, a quiet treasure.
Sometimes I can no longer bare to hide and get out amidst the noise if only for the ride many things to do, I have, and often I get tied and can't stop when you pull off to the side.
And the same with you when I see you whiz by and I lie still and waiting, contemplating how to get you into the clearing to allow me to show you how endearing you are to me and why.
Every now and then not too often but when we are in the forest at the same time then the freeway doesn't matter and life could be a splatter in the median-
content to wear a silent grin though the freeway calls again.HOME