My Branch, My Piece of Heaven

The sun ignores the leaves, while I tuck in the bough far above the ground.

The old limb moves gently, slowly in the breeze. While I think of my life and how fresh I am.

I see the grass below in lazy gaze, with my hands tucked neath my chin, and those fluffy clouds, move past us all without a sound.

Nearest friend, Sheila, on another heavy branch, she too is still, moving with her limb without a sound.

Dear God, this has to be heaven, as the peace is startling.

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