I sat watching the tree
It had a red light bulb on it
It seemed strange that two things
Two separate things
Would be together
One created by nature
God
One by man
But yet they felt right together
The bulb and the tree
I wanted to go there
Sit beneath it
I wanted rope
To collide one life with something different
Something opposite
To feel free in a world that could accept differences
That beings could just be
That we could just be
A world where beautiful things could come together
Unfunctional
But free
Poem by Emma Visca
