98/100 days of summer

Better Views

Trees hide the better views,

so they say, but I say

trees are the views—

tall thick oaks like beloved grandfathers

lovely golden aspens shaking castanets

weeping willows swaying like hula dancers

cottonwoods with seeded fluff like children blowing bubbles

pine trees, ever green and pointing up, godly reminders,

poplars, maples, elm, tulip, hickory, birch, ash, larkspur—

all lovely views within themselves. See, really see, the trees.