DreaminCharmeleon

I stand where carefully Manicured grass becomes wild, Unruly trees ancient with deep roots And branches cool and green, Twining into my heart and breath, In the land of shadows and light offering a chance To run. Not running to or from As businessmen tightly measure quick steps, Their eyes cast on dull grey pavement And their hearts blending like tired chameleons. No, the wild offers an easy swinging deep-breathed stride And a place on the secret green paths as The earth arches against my feet, a cat Purring in the sun, joyfully immortal.