“Hang it on Cloud Nine”
September 3, 2009
The trees stood like children in uniform,
Waving in the warm breeze,
Greeting me like an old friend,
As I cycled to see my love,
Along a path of the fallen Wall.
In early spring the trees are half dressed,
In late summer they wear deep green,
In autumn they turn bright red, and
In winter they are completely naked.
I asked my love,
“If the trees can change with the seasons,
Why can’t we?”
She smiled and whispered,
“We can and we can’t,
The Wall has not fallen,
So don’t ask, just
Hang it on Cloud Nine”.