Dawn

I couldn’t sleep
although so tired
I stumble over
every word

as I write this
watching the trees
lined up for prayer
upon their knees

if I could join
their supplication
we’d make a powerful
delegation

and birds would sing
and flowers would bloom
spreading their incense
like perfume

and then the world
could start again –
if only here
on our terrain.


Tom Vaughan

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