When I sit in a pine tree…

When I sit in a pine tree…
The sap always finds me…
Without giving any notice…
Splat! Yuch! Wet and sticky!

Yet, I always go there…

Through the branches I can see a rich and colored tapestry…
The dangling arches from the willows…
Black and white and all shades of gray…
A language I knew but somehow forgotten.

So much deep color and contrast…
All given to me by a King and Queen…
Nature giggling and smiling…
I can read the words off its’ face.

Here, I am unable to understand sarcasm…
Don’t know anything about the wreckage of life…
Wonder why I want to be so many other people…
When the universe never asks…
“Why aren’t you someone else?”

Heaven, what a wonderful thought…
Where tennis balls are thrown by someone I love…
Sunshine and blue sky and all my animal friends…
Wait a minute!
Isn’t that where I am now?

I love you,

Annie