Carved View

Trees hide the better views
they give us answers
they give us clues
listening from within
like a gentle muse

Sitting on the branch
with all going on down below
traffic of people
wonderful fast and slow

Stories are unfolding
right before my eyes
some that i am glad to hear
some that bring on disguise

With every tiny twig
that grasps the story teller
of every sentance formation
of the first tree feller

lying back looking up to the clouds
passing by volumes of the crowds
As i have the better views
of the passing by hidden clues
in a tree of rustling muse