FROM THE BALCONY
I see the trees standing in the sky,
The cars go by as I watch from high.
Walking people going here and there,
Sometimes I wonder if they’re happy or in pain.
Do I really care when from the balcony I stare,
Without a name, to me, they are not there.
The wind I feel as I am looking everywhere,
The sky is hazy, a quiet moment is where I am.
From inside I watch through the window,
The balcony is there, quietly I don’t really care what is out there.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
There’s a poem from Robert Frost called “The Trees,” where he seems to compare trees to human beings. When I see an image of a tree in a poem, I always think of him.
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On Mon, May 11, 2020 at 6:38 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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