Rendezvous amidst the leaves with thee? No more only monkeys and birds in a tree.

Below the canopy, I feel like a quidam amongs the crowd. Here, self feels like nobility even without subjects bowed.

Bright on unshaded side of leaves welcomes my birth to a new point of view; no couvade is required of others desiring same milieu.

Postcards belong on fridges, tchotchkes belong on shelves, and searchers belong here, where neither imitation nor representation reproduces the effect of peace overwhelming fear.

Joyance appears in sight of friendship and, as well, in the realm of a photosynthesized place; one warmth is felt inside while the other is felt upon face. ; )