My Tree

The sky, black and misty.

Clouds sway, pushing each other side-to-side.

Water turning into something new.

Creating new growth,

a new time,

a new life.

Trees thrive tremendously, shooting up to the sky. 

Like it’s stretching its branches to the gates of heaven.

One is calling to me.

“Whoosh!!”

Red brushes lay on my face.

Perfume hits the air.

This is MY tree.

MY bottle brush.