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Between the Trees
Roaming through the tributaries of night
air, created by the space between the trees.
The bark is whispering to me. Starlight
is slinking through the leaves.
I have known these trees for some long months and
their bark beckons to run my fingers, seek
along its cracks, climb above the ignorant
underbrush. As I ascend, I feel peace.
Image Courtesy: Strike FSU
As I ascend higher, I perceive
the breeze. It churns the clouds, the leaves, my heart.
Trees not as trusting as I once believed;
listen to the ways they grow apart.
Searching for security, I am eclipsed.
The bark crumbles under my fingertips.
Strike Out,
Writer: Marena Benoit
Editor: Breanna Tang
Graphic Designer: Jacqueline Esguerra
Tallahassee
