Changes
By Dara H
Published 15 August 2023
I fly across the sky
feathers gleaming
watching as the trees go by
the breeze like a kiss on the cheek
takes me to the mountain ash trees
they used to be as fine as a glass of wine
and I wonder
why?
As though the rocks had crumbled
and the trees flyblown
yesterday never seemed so long ago
to a normal person it looks all the same
lotuses left and lillies came
but not to me
the ocean is like a mirror
yet I don't see anything in it anymore