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What if those Thoughts to be Inanimate, had Unfathomable Feelings

Innate?
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What if the majestically robust and "high-headed" trees,
with their hard impenetrable brown rough exterior and luscious green and mellow yellow
leaves,
occasionally metaphors for being humble, hosting symbiotic relations and standing your
ground,
actually long to be more- to reach for the skies, and also just move around,
To maybe stand out rather than just surround,
To probably be unpredictable and astound,
To set free and not be bound.

What if the pretty pink bright bougainvillea,
wanted something more than just philia,
Aspired to not be just sidelined or valued for her external beauty,
probably more for her magic, sense, simplicity, and sensitivity,
To not just be plucked one day and then be thrown away,
To but be nurtured, taken care of and loved every day,
To set free and not having to play.

What if the great expansive light blue day sky,
despite being on top of the world, would sometimes wonder and sigh,
if he could try to come down touch the land,
and finally, feel what it feels like to roll around in the sand,
To be calmly loved, caressed gently, comfortably accepted and quietly held,
And eventually, see togetherness as happiness' herald,
To set free and not be withheld.

What if the white soft clouds that were reckoned to be so independent and happy,
were actually estranged spirits, still raw and sappy,
but still had the courage and life to go on,
feel all they felt, die every day and fight to be reborn,
And wish to be reassured when they cry, spilling all over, silently,
When everyone rejoices and they break down secretly,
To set free and live fully.

What if the mysteriously alluring much-admired dark night skies,
knew better than anyone how time flies,
had seen more hurt than probably anyone else,
believing in kindness in a world where now self-interest sells,
To see many of her stars die in front of her eyes,
But choose to continue to have faith despite cries and sighs,
To set free and look past inconsequential lies.
What if the tranquil, serenely approaching and receding waters of the sea,

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